What is Real?

A fire shines above the torch 

Its gleaming light depicting truth

But what we see is never clear 

An illusion marked by one’s own fear

Embedded in her shadowed grace

A lifelong plight of mind and body

But no one knows, what can’t be seen

A reality that’s framed by dreams

Her lucid smiles and gazing eyes

That look of solace will heed your mind

But when you try to see what’s real

The face is gone and truth concealed