Like a child in the myst, you wandered in, Svengali, sage, teacher, friend. My heart you required, as if it were a commodity, Friend, lover, thinker, god. I loved you like a Mother As if there was never a tomorrow. But it came without warning, Strange cleaving thing, torn asunder. Thank you for your visions, Dreams, sorrows. I would not be If they were not. Keep safe in your fantasy. Image and text created by Susan Isabella Sheehan. “Art Is The Perception Of An Altered Reality©” Copyright 2008 Surreal Digital Artist™