Illusive Dreams

[birgitta_nell@y]

She is sitting alone,
Waiting;
Directing hopeful glances at passing strangers;
Wondering why she seems to be invisible,
Uncertain of what to do.
Still waiting
So quietly!
But in the end, all her dreams
Were only misty illusions.

[blazeofglory]

She is sitting alone,
Waiting;
Directing hopeful glances at passing strangers;
Wondering why she seems to be invisible,
Uncertain of what to do.
Still waiting
So quietly!
But in the end, all her dreams
Were only misty illusions.

Why were her dreams illusive?

Dreams are illusions everybody does know. Yet what you want to put forth is unclear.

I like the poem, for this is wonderfully written.