When there are many illusions

and dreams

 you  choose the one

 you walk into each day. 

You can imagine yourself free as a seagul

languishingly moving,

quiet and absorbed in thoughts...

or filled up with the  joy and titter.

You can imagine yourself as me now,

walking through the streets at nightfall, 

turning to wave good-bye to my shadow.

watching the world  disappears behind me and you.

When there are many illusions, 

love can dress the wounds

feed the soul 

and let everything else fade away.