Lovelier Dreams

Lovelier Dreams 

 

We possess no art for art’s forsaken

much the same as our winged mischief maker

somewhere for granted he is not taken

with his love Psyche.  Hell couldn’t shake her.

 

I watch them daily; the unappeased lot

seem not to notice where they are lacking.

Perhaps, merely I have found what I sought

not as I dreamed, illusion is cracking.

 

No place for them in heaven or in hell.

For among stars, young Cupid breathes deeply

sadden by this world where humans must dwell

without divine touch; we are unseemly.

 

Superficiality reigns supreme,

but true beauty creates lovelier dreams.