The Mirage

[Guest guest]

The Mirage

I am becoming scared and confused.

I can still hear your voice

moving in harmony

with the breeze.

the taste of your skin

still remains as only a hint

upon my lips,

and the glow from you as a whole,

still reflects softly

across my eyes.

Sometimes.....

sometimes.

But your face, your name-

they are fading.

Who are you?

Were you ever there at all?

I have been crawling through the desert

for many years,

and now I fear

that you were only a mirage;

and I am destined

to die in the sand.

Randy