Mirage Poem by Lydia Martin
Mirage
What the eye can see, is it really there?
Where are the clouds on sunny days
When dew buds glisten wet with haze?
Is there really a lark in the clear air?
Where does the sky become the sea,
When shards of glass set wild waves free?
Are there thoughts behind a reflected stare?
What do they see within the glass
When shadows watch you bold as brass?
How can the eye see in the sun's harsh glare?
Whilst dust whips the wind through your mind
And sands of time stand totally blind.
our chalice is vacant yet we still sip beneath the palms of tropic shade amid mirages of hopes and dreams our toes in the sand we've got it made the desert sands hide past oasis' as does this poem hide from the eyes others. well written and full of imagery your talent is no mirage.
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4/19/2024 3:06:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Thanks for your comments Isha and Marcus. Glad you liked the poem. How about giving it a vote/rating? Lydia