it was always make believe
a charade
blatant, well cultivated fakery
a castle built with breezes
that smelt of intoxicating breaths
and i always did believe
phantasms are fulfilling
i've never touched your smile
though curved it once or twice
maybe
never tasted your smile
consuming my defences
confusing the visionary
when the shadow slipped inside
the lurid box of dreams
a glow worm was born
but ive never kissed your eyes
and a phantom voice reminds me
i just always miss your eyes
and i somehow do believe
phantasms are fulfilling
and i always do recieve
messages
the chimeric castle is
illumed
by the glow worm
born from shadows
and the shadow will suffice
until the day
i get to hold your eyes
in mine