Ideal Illusions

A/N: This poem was inspired by the story. I felt it should be included in the end as a sort of wrap up. Enjoy my readers.

Reality

Her mouth tugged into that wondrous smile
A gentle curve
Slowly she whips her head around
This makes him forget

Of any bland thought
What he was going to do today
Or what his actions of yesterday caused

His hands grasp his seat tightly
A numb feeling passes over
Yet he gapes and does not notice

For his gaze is following her every move
The flowing pattern of her movements
The glow emitting from her
Her perky nose
And the curling luminous hair

Perhaps she wasn’t what men envisioned
On those lonely nights
Where a glass of vodka sat by their hand

Or the illusions he once had
when he dreamt of she
The one whose face was masked
The dreams that made him scream
Out to the darkness of the canopy sky

Maybe his artificial influence of exactly who she was
Were not correct
Maybe he dreamt of a blonde hair woman
With eyes of sea colored blue

Yes

But this made the difference

Of recognizing reality from mere mirages

Watching her casually lick her lips
And her ink stained hands grasping that quill

How much did he now crave
To be be part of that charm bracelet she cherished deeply

How much did he want her to smile back at him
With that added in secretive twinkle of knowing

Knowing what was felt between him and her

He preferred her wild brunette curls
Her smoldering eyes

To those of that presented woman of the media

She was his
As he was hers

And the difference between his once naive fallacy to this actuality
Of him and her

Made up for his wishful thinking
If his hopes were actually turned into
Reality