Ideas

Something like a dream
Dazed you walk beside me
Footsteps barely visible

No one can tell
That you were even here
But I hear you say it's this way you prefer

Preference likened to aged merlot left out in the sun
Bitter and warm to the tongue

So my skin like sparkling wine refreshes your appetite
But can it satisfy

The mirage that once lie before your eyes
Now unveiled the lie
that I am ordinary

No reason to give extra thought to what you've easily won
A prize handed to you without battle
Has no value

But the idea of me
was priceless

E. Glover 2018