CAMELOT FANTASIES

Lost in the froth of the sea caps
Floating aimlessly struggling with yesterday’s promises
Searching through the words spoken to find a hint of truth
Not sure what to believe texting though the apps
Tone is forgotten
Words read are in my head
My own tone and inflection
The sea has now changed to stronger waves
Crescendo of each wave higher and stronger
Words played in my head sound familiar
On the perchance that the app is replaced by the phone
Miles away, far from home
Words sound stilted
Not warm and inviting
Wrong direction
The visages of my imagination are quickly dissolving
Crumbing under the false perceptions
Each word spoken, feels wilted
Fluidity of my mind has dissolved with every word spoken
The warm timber in my ear of my imagination
Sounds nervous and uncertain
Where are the men that bring stories to life
Those that know how to look a woman in the eye
Passion, romance, truth and honor
Perhaps I’m born of the wrong era
I am not of this world
I am and always been an outsider
I am and always will be THE OUTSIDER

~Divine