Mirages are the dreams of
an earthly wanderer, who journeys
through time and space alone,
appearing only when the sun has set for the day.
The wanderer chases this vision, undeterred
by its elusive nature,
guided solely through the
illusions ahead.
Through the overcast night the wanderer
journeys on, grasping
the imaginary rays of light
in this dream.
Wistfully absent from reality,
you follow the
horizon, longing for a
final destination, one fanciful and
never attainable.
You reach for the
edge of the world, where the
overcasting clouds of
your paths begin from misty
distortions of reality.
The images dissipate
under your touch
edging away, sifting through
mortal fingers, drifting
back towards the skyline.
As wanderers ourselves, we realize
the horizon is
a mirage, ephemeral and cursory
in the face of the journey of
our lives