Without illusions

Loosing my illusions

You are the main reason

For the fear of the wolf

Lying quiet behind his snarl.

If I loose them too,

What would remain of you?

I dreamt you up

Ornamented with God's perfection

What would you be without

All that jewellery

I lent you?

Too weak and coward

To wait for the answer

Cherishing your fragments

My memories

Hiding them from my own consciousness

Until your absence

Reaches the ocean

Becomes a hurricane itself

And I will not be able

To withhold the free words

That will scare you away

For sure

But now here I am

Caressing my inner images

For I am too afraid

Of risking,

Of loosing them for good

I let the words be written

While deeds are only existent

In my visualised universe.