Mirage

"What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well." - Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Seven white horses.

Seven stars burning atop seven candlesticks.

Ten ringed fingers and forty licks.

So many insurmountable dunes.

Rising and falling under many moons.

Infinite grains of drifting, burning sand.

Scorching ball of fire.

Master of desire.

Ripples of heat rising from desert floor.

Blood coursing through golden veins.

An army of knights in shining armor.

Crossing the desert on fine Arab chargers.

Carrying banners and talismans.

A bearded man nailed to life's cross.

Staring death in the face without loss.

A cruel battle of wills.

Unreachable horizons.

Running the race.

Of truth, nary a trace.

Genies living in corked bottles.

Riding magic carpets of principle.

Why is rain wet?

What is it that I forget?

A canteen that never runs dry?

Tears distort barren eyes.

Clouds block sunny skies.

I saw a revelation.

A red glow from heaven.

I saw pieces of my life's montage.

Or is it just a ...

... mirage?

Author's Note

"It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye." - Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Reviews

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

Wow this is such an awesome poem if one looks at the wording, phrasing, rhyming and content. Great rhyme scheme and dramatic eloquent muse here. I admire this poem. I have one on mirages but not metaphorical like yours, I write straightforwardly technically in a literal way u see.
Kudos to your poetry.



Pleez do write your thoughts/comment/review under my newest poem too pls. I like interactions as a way to exchange thought and greetings.

[Pete]

thank you ... :)