Mirage

is it real?

An image

 

the day was dragging,

it was another sweltering  hot summer,

so hot, the sweat felt like wet fire as it rolled of my face,

across the barren ground, the heat waves danced,

shadows were non-existent,

when from within a mirage,

an image,

a vision,

someone moving,

walking,  coming toward me,

an image of beauty, 

casual, soft, and voluptuous ,

an image,

a woman,

coming for me,

to be with me?

 

I felt her touch,

tender, cool,

I heard her whisper,,,,,

my name,,,,,,

was it real, was she real?

my name?   

yes, she whispered my name,

an image,

of the one I had loved,

 

but she can’t be real, 

CAN SHE?

Reviews

[MsJewel]

Wow, this is so evocative! The heat and the longing intertwine beautifully and the mirage concept makes this so soft and dreamy. You really are an exceptional poet Trace. Love your poetry. Hugs J

[MCS]

Enjoyed this piece very much.
Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn’t go away

[Trace]

Thank you so much for your wonderful comments on this poem.

Trace