ILLUSIONS I am a wise fool, A clown grinning in the dark, Waiting for a non-existent audience To applaud.

I am an illiterate poet, Writing in vain, Hoping for a grateful audience To listen.

I am the wind in the trees, Sighing for want of a story To send me to sleep, A lullaby.

I am the flickering candle light, Waiting for the ardent moth To singe her wings And fall.

You are the ghost of my dreams, The illusion I wanted to find, And then lost Forever. Inge Meldgaard 2010