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.
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
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
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