Across the sand
there's a well of flame
reaching for a cloudless sky.
I've seen dreams upon the dunes,
I've seen oceans in the stars,
yet the golden realm
remains within my eye.

Mirage, a solitary vision,
manifests before my weary soul.

Across the sand
there's a curtain of sapphire
resting on horizon's edge.
I've seen waves over the mountains,
I've seen rainbows in the shade,
yet my conscience
staggers on the rocky ledge.

Mirage, illusions in the desert,
haunts within the world that surrounds me.

Mirage, my jewel of insanity,
I watch the life of grain 
and stone 
and sea.