There's this distant illusion of water
at a scorching paths' dried border.
It's caused by heat and refracted light,
And even intimacy's (closeness) fight
yields; one step closer, one step further.
Sometimes happiness is just like that water-
Maintaining distance from the grasps
Of those desperate for it, no matter the costs.
And that's just how the future goes;
Day by day, person by person, lows by lows.
No matter the way happily ever afters are sold,
And the ways rainbow after the rain is told,
Or even the way light at the tunnels' exit defends,
Fairytales, dreams, and hopes-
For some people, chaos never ends.

-fir.m

it's got to be the right time
the right one for the
trance of dance
of crying
of love
or prayer
stay awhile to feel
the breath of hours
or the pilgrims breathing
near darkening forests
zebras forgetting their
blackness
the pulse of far riders
blown away
by a mirage caravan

blessed those who
pray for the calmness
of rain

I've lusted after countless women after my ex.
Often gave myself a magical thinking high.

Oh how I can be whisked away by the perfect girl.

Truth is perfect people don't exist.
Some people can leave you more scarred than you originally thought.
While others aren't even capable of what you're in need of.

We have to be careful not project our needs onto others.
Chances are they can't fulfill those needs.

You're in control of what you need.
Getting what you want takes patience.
It's about finding someone that gives you a mutual reciprocation.

Anything else is just called magical thinking.
A mirage.

Choose to live in reality,
chances are it's much better than you're fantasy.

if you live in a desert
any mirage is beautiful
even knowing it as an illusion
making plans around
how it will change your life
make you happier
than you have ever been
when you arrive
it dissipates
so you can start looking
for the next one

My eyes begged you,
Forgive me,
I know not with whom I speak,
you are but a mirage to me,
an oasis only existing
in the realm of my twisted mind.

My hands pleaded you,
come and love me,
show me what you have inside
that golden box,
you keep hidden behind
the headboard.

A light faded and
flickered
in the house across the street.
Up on the hill,
branches swayed peacefully
with the wind.
I succumbed
to your darkness.

A path which winds
through desert sands
is no path at all,
but a choice made each moment
with each aching footstep,
the song of a stream
in the distance,
was only a breeze
passing through the air.

The shadow of the man
that had appeared before
was no longer there.

On a summer day I saw a pretty dame
bathing in the warm waves of the beach's tub.
She tanned her skin to adorn her slim frame,
massaging its softness with each gentle rub.
From that distance, she exuded sweet fragrance
stemming from the refining of her radiance.
Sensual movements from lips, hips, curves, legs and hands
made me fantasize as I relished each moment.
My love-struck eyes gazed at the rhythmic movement
of this ******* clad model for all lands.
After a sunbath, she tied her pristine towel,
then with a fixed look, she gazed straight at me.
'Hello, the adventurous gentleman,' said she.
'You sure look gay, hale, hearty and swell.'
Shyly my fears of rejection loomed large,
whilst my love dreams turned out to be a mirage.

Often travelers who start to thirst
Are greeted by a vision
Perhaps of an oasis
Perhaps maybe even a whole caravan
But although the traveler
May seem so content
His vision tempting his salivation
Throat cracking
The heat beating him down
Bones dried upon the sand
Calling for the lost prayers
From false gods