tin stars pasted to a dark sky
paper moon is an illusion
a crystal dove that can not fly
a dream filled with dire confusion
a mind trap of grim delusion
please come to me to save my soul
with murmured words of allusion
to light and free flight – make me whole

This week Paloma has introduced us to the Huitain form of poetry.
Check it out at B&Ps Shadorma & Beyond