Mirage... Poem by Nestor David Armas

Was there a storm?

I thought that was the norm,

Until she shone through

A sun amidst the clouds sky blue,

Shimmer in her eyes

Like the sparkle over waves,

I take to the skies

With a kite

Over all the graves,

Of the living

Now rising,

To greet this beautiful light,

Is she sneaking in

Like a surprise surcharge

Or like a Danish cookie tin

Simply a mirage?

Welcome is she

Like a ship no longer lost

From the sea,

A few floods

Well worth the cost

Now merely just suds,

Long awaited was her return,

She for whom this heart still burns...

(11/19/2012)