Mirage

poem

Mirage

I am the mirror in your eyes,
brimming with unwavering dreams.
I am what reflects your blue skies,
consuming tears until your heart redeems.

You only see the mirage reflected by the hot sun
and neglect the other side of the new moon.
Breeze never blows until the day is done,
yet you dream of a sun that sets in the afternoon.

Do not wish your life away upon a shooting star,
stop looking up at the sky above
and face what and who you truly are!
Do not fly away and be with whom you truly love.

Author's Note

reviews are welcomed~

Reviews

[Cassiopia Summers]

The poem is absolutely stunning. Great write my friend. I love the last stanza, it is great.

[Dream Weaver]

I thought the title Mirage
is quite fitting. Woven with
a mystical and eerie spell.
Loved the first stanza that
drew me into this Mirage.
Great write.