Desert

My survival becomes uncertain, 

As my feet begin to drag,

I stumble ten steps forward, 

Then concede and raise my flag.

But just before defeat sets in

I hear your voice call out,

My eyes begin their frantic search, 

Too unreasonable to doubt.

 

A seeming speck on the horizon, 

I see you lift your hand,

And it suddenly seems so short a distance, 

As I press forth across the land.

 

And though I find it odd 

That you remain in place

I continue to rush forward, 

Longing to see your face.

Drawing nearer to your wavering form, 

My heart begins to fall,

I shake my head in disbelief -

You were a mirage, after all.