The Art Of Illusion

The power to dream

And the dream to power

Power

To hold

The illusion

The dream

Of the extraordinary

That leaves you
Breathless

Opening the path

To real fulfillment

You will you loose

your innocence there

But will gain
The priceless gift

Of Knowledge

Remains the

Stubborn trust

The precious truth

Like two warm bloods 

Melted

In an undestroyable faith

To be the one

Who pulls the strings

A gift

To the beloved one

Wrapped

with the magnificent lie

Of anonymous splendour

To perform

At your best

Scattering needles of pains

In a wasted heart

Masks

Riveted

On imperturbable faces

Imperceptibly
Hidden
Emotions

Precautious attentions

To prevent from

The venom

Sealed with a thousand cares 

And doubts

Mine

Yours

Despite

The exhaustion

The insolent blinding spatters

Of illusions

Spreading proudly

A wide impertinent
Impatience

A common
Agreement

Where Power lies

There

In the lies

Between the lines

Beneath the silences

Meeting

Magnificently

The purest truth

And devotion

Behind the opaque surface

of mirage images

For it may only be

The reflection

In the mirror

The 'us' transfixed

Both the creators

And the creatures

And 

Through the looking-glass

The mysterious

Attractive light

Here

To illuminate

You

And to fool

All the others

Or to illuminate

The others

And to fool

You