A Fleeting Pleasure Poem by Aimanu B. Ali

How can I fear
losing you,
when I do not even know you?
I've heard of mirages,
you are just like them.

Mirages are beautiful.
Dazzled by their glamour
weary travelers run after,
to be greeted by despair.
I want a oasis.

In this desert of a life,
a oasis with date palms,
breeze playing with water.
A miracle, on the shadow of which
I'll rest my tired limbs.
Sleep a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

How can I fear losing you?
An alluring juggler,
in the busy market place,
chanting exotic magic,
invoking divine spirits.

Spellbound I look on,
lips parted in an O.
With the click of fingers
you break the spell
You are a fleeting pleasure.

Footprints on a beach more permanent.
Time and tide are alike,
They care not for any treasure.
I forgot my dreams a long ago,
I do not chase them any more.