The horizon. The city that looks like an open circuit Form the view above. Make believe amour. Mirage like affection, Deceptions of depictions Of love, Of longing. Transient titillations, Turbulent vows. Like a mask, Over the ever pretending world around Illusions make reality Look like an illusion. Beautifully bizarre. Bizarrely beautiful Untrue, Unreal, Unending In a tale that only exists In imaginations.
A pair of eyes Looking at her In the illuminated space. They meet. A thought sprouts A familiarity dawns Forlorn gazes Feeling her features With a tinge of anonymity A tingle of mystery Peepers fixed on the object of admiration Wander all over her candle-lit face, Failing to recognise an image That looks back at her Every time she gazes into the mirror - For sometimes the greatest of mysteries, The strangest of strangers Are right there In one's own reflection!