*Emerald Desire*
just because we are here
that doesn’t mean the path is real
it could be an illusion
that walk between the trees
that emerald desire
– a hunt of vain
and the thirst
quenched at the well
overfull with yearning
perhaps was a deceit
a simple trick
a fraud
which life preserves
within the archive of its own
like an ace
you only think you have
inside your pocket
yet in fact
it’s filled with naught
for what is worth
when life like sand
keeps on trickling through the fingers
unstoppable
and cruel
ruthless to the end
like a vengeful woman
it will offer the sacrifice
putting it like in triumph
into the skeleton arms
so
just because we smile
that doesn’t mean the tears
are gone
it could be unbreakable
that leaden mask upon the heart…
***
© Eclipse 2012
Image by CG Pirate
EclipseOfTheMoon 
A delightful poem my great friend
and you have captured the mood
of this one so perfectly 🙂
Andro xxx
Very powerful. I guess, like a bubble, life’s illusions always burst. But it is so beautiful until it does.
So true… just because we smile doesn’t mean we are happy at all…it just means we’re good at hiding how we really feel.
Very deep, dark, and…YOU 🙂
” Just because we smile it does not mean the tears are gone”…
Masks are worn throughout time as we see the illusions change …. Each era, each season, It matters not what is on the outside as we change those masks, but what we keep within our hearts…
For its only throughout eternity that we traverse the world of reality in the facets of our mind..
Always love to travel among your own emerald thoughts Eclipse 🙂
Sue
Best regards and have a nice new week!
Very dark – and hunting – just like life can be at times … been there myself a couple of times.
The good things in life have the worth we attribute to them. Of course, we may see everything as an illusion, and death will take everything in the end. But does that diminish our heart’s treasures?
Haunting indeed. I liked it a lot.