Hallucination

 The lips with a beautiful smile

Haven’t chortled, for quite a while

Eyes which had the brightest spark

Faded too soon into the dark

Her concerned words of care

Do now need their fair share

Her blithe merry ballet of joy

Exposed to life’s puzzles and ploy

The zeal of her adolescent heart

Splintered into bits and parts

Fervor of the juvenile soul

Witness to futile control

Her voice that echoed its distant dreams

In agony and anguish it just screams

The mind apostle to buoyant thoughts

Heedless vagrant, is distraught

In awe of her present and her past

Life and love as I passed, I asked

Was I delirious then, or am I now

Restore her past can I, somehow