Fool's Paradise

Ambling around on a moist afternoon
Reminded I were of a tale, was it last June?
Must be so, a reality surreal than dream
Unparalleled it seemed, the story which now I repeat.

There he was, not the prince charming of books
Wrapped in mist, standing in the unknown.
Dared I not venture there alone
Fickle was my resolve, I entered there soon.

He did croon for me, made me swoon
Cliches seemed alive. His aura was such,
I did fail to see, I did not know him.
Not much.

Day and night morphed into one,
So powerful was the delusion.
How I loved to hear him speak
Of his fantasies and experiences, of the worldly knowledge.

The deepest of his secrets he used to tell,
The fairest ideas he flocked.
I poured out my heart, so did he.
Was it love? Love must it be.

He was standing there again. Charming.
As I moved up to kiss, he turned away his lips.
"Why did you step back?" I asked.
"Why did you come closer?", he wanted to know.

And it came back to me, I did not know him.
For his question, I had no answer.
Fool's paradise I was in, savouring a sweet deception.
Imagination's treachery consuming me.

I still see him standing there, wrapped in mist.
The mist stands between us, and dare I not venture there again.
Imagination and reality, once apart
Did I realize I do not know him.













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