Illusion

Entangled in silken cobwebs
of superfine images,
Ruffling the musty pages
of an old scrapbook,
I came across a sketch
of a dream house,
Now standing dilapidated
Fenced with weeds and twigs
instead of roses and marigolds;
Memories of dreams
lying shattered,
Fragments of broken glass
On frozen ice
The lost, lonely page
In the tattered copybook,
Still cries for you!