Eyes used to the darkness,
Are blinded by the light.
Mouths used to cold,
Will find the hot a painful plight.
Ears used to shrill tones,
Still hear ringing in dead-night.
Noses used to smelling death.
Smell with no corpse in sight.
Hands used to feeling pain,
Will cringe feeling soft, despite.
Souls used to unhappiness,
View happiness an illusions’ invite.
K. Aldaya, 12/20/11
Picture: “L’amour De Pierrot”, Artist Unknown; http://www.blacksunsoftware.com/pics/illusion/amour_de_pierrot.jpg