Chiffon Binds

Daydreams haunt me like well-intentioned phantoms,

Imprisoning my common sense with pleasantly numbing distractions.

Silk chiffon is tied gently over the mouth of my logic,

Tenderly quieting it. The Daydreams whisper lightly in my ear,

“Reality will never live up to these beautiful delusions, My Dear.”

Already I am enchanted, with my logic sweetly choked.

Chiffon constraints multiply and beautifully restrain me as the Daydreams make short work of sedating me with all the pretty little lies.

The lies swirl and spiral in a complicated dance across my eyes, fully blinding me to whatever truths reality might provide.

In my chiffon, I am outfitted for a ball. Is it a masquerade? The Daydreams innocently pull me deeper into this carefully crafted dance with my arms

Outstretched, I search for someone to join me in my fantastical dance with Daydreams.

Not even my fanciful chiffon encasement seems to lure anyone into dancing with us for long, though.