MIRAGES…

Lazy brown eyes brooding in late afternoon sunshine;

Mirages flowing down yellow desert stream.

Glass stained sky dwelled around her-

black holes throwing shadows on her eyes.

She looked for the tomb of death surrounded by poppy fields,

somewhere in distant heaven or the corner of some foreign field.

Her days were like empty vessels,

Her soul quenched her thirst in the long and winding night

for more mirages on a lonely highway…


She had a dream…

Was it a dream? She often wondered…

She needed a place to go for it was the springtime of her love…

He was the sunlight in her dreams

it wasn’t hard to feel her glow…

She saw the fire that grew so low

It was the summer of her smile

He spoke to her only with his eyes…

With all the season of emotion unlike the wind…

there glowed a season of devotion.

She would wake up with a start…

His voice seems to have emerged from the depths of nothingness.


She walked on: trudging on the dreary paths of life

Looking for more heavens, more joys…more life!

Her eternal life, never ready to perish,

drove her on an undenying path of forever…for…

Hers was not a mortal life that would wither away with the springs;

Hers was not a human face of desire that would cease with age…

Hers was but life beyond death…

And she lived on…

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