mirage

Think on
The life
I gave
To you
When once
You tried
To see
Me through
Glasses gilded
By sin
And deceit,
Glasses fielded
By one’s need
To be seen
As innocent
Before Me,
Yet still
Cognizant
Of what
Men see
And believe.
You wanted
To be seen
Of Me
In men’s eyes
As complete
And fell
Therein
Not knowing
This thing:
Men’s eyes
Are full
Of deceit