‘LUSIONS

Am I seeing the ghost of the moon?
Will you lead me ahead as in nighttime?
Or is your watchful eye mocking us now
From above, ever distant and artful?

Am I seeing the ghosts of the stars?
Blinks. Elusive, alluring, compelling
To look twice, to seek hope, wander up —
To get lost. When will we find ourselves there?

Am I seeing the planets up close?
Staring me in the face, like some tamed suns?
More fantastic, but still timid ghosts.
In reality — questions and answers.

I am glued to the window in hope,
Ever watchful and ever unartful,
For a glimpse of a thrill — meteors —
Distant memories in the dimmed mind halls.