Denial

A woman sits
smiling eyes, staring,
a world of idealism
wishing, yearning--
Tattered memories
deny love's loss; however,
Truth knows not of denial.
Find her heart
buried beneath tarnished walls--
silver-plated dreams.
Passive feelings,
floating through skeleton halls

skimming sweetness but,
falling short of
materialized love.
Success in relations of
heart's joy,
barren--
wasted
futile desires, efforts.
Visions fade
becoming cataracts
of mind's eye.
Still--
lips stretch ear
to ear;
nose turns upward
in the face of destiny;
Musky odors of man
envelop insecurities,
as Truth, again,
must yield to
azure skies
glimmering with hope.

6 Feb 97