Iona Stuart
Bright Illusions - Poetry
Amber glows from every skyline,
Illuminating the surrounding air,
Brushing past the
Rough surface of the old
And withering.
Shining brightly into the souls
Of passers-by,
Breathing a new life into them.
Yet perhaps this is
Cruel.
A last embrace
From a place
Where there is beauty in everything.
But this world
Is still
Fading away…
