Hoaxes

Will what I fear
come to pass
in the "crosshatches of love"
or that kind of nonsense
when words are only baubles
on a shining lake

And moments of the inspired
remain formless waiting
for a patience
that is more than time

And many spewn words
from the impatient become
deep sounding phrases
of gossamer hoaxes?

Taken from http://teamusings.blogspot.com/