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Illusions

Born in Denmark in 1953, I migrated to Australia with my family in 1957. After spending my school years in Yallourn, I moved to Melbourne in 1970 to attend Monash University. Having graduated with a science degree in 1975, I worked in various fields, such as youth work, teaching, politics (with a s…

I am a wise fool,
A clown grinning in the dark,
Waiting for a non-existent audience
To applaud.

I am an illiterate poet,
Writing in vain,
Hoping for a grateful audience
To listen.

I am the wind in the trees,
Sighing for want of a story
To send me to sleep,
A lullaby.

I am the flickering candle light,
Waiting for the ardent moth
To singe her wings
And fall.

You are the ghost of my dreams,
The illusion I wanted to find,
And then lost
Forever.