Mirage Poem by Robert Rittel

On this journey not knowing how it begun,
sensing only the thirst and the heat of the sun.
My feet in agony beyond comprehension, but anxious to go,
wondering if the village with the in, will soon show.
The heat and its hazy vapor is playing with my mind,
then I seeing the walking sense of a dreaming soul.
An appearance instantaneously reveals itself at once,
as a mighty city with golden reflections in abundance.
Glory beyond glory ever seen,
a wilderness of gardens in flourishingand fragrance so keen.
I withdraw myself into this boundless depth,
sinking towards the splendor without end thread.
My body no more in pain and only sensing close to bliss,
in pavilions bright and avenues disposed I cannot dismiss.
Illumination of reflected gems, serenity in alabaster domes,
staircases through soft waterfalls in chromes.
This unimaginable sight so very real,
and everything I sense proclaims the surreal.
Clouds in hues of purple tincture play with sapphire beams,
confused and mutually inflamed by composing realms.
Feeling as I loosen it and melting together in this promising lost,
How can I keep my sanity in this marvelous sphere?
Those temples like palaces and citadels so huge, in that atmosphere.
Is my soul in dire strait and seeing its home?
or are my thirsty delusions the eye with a thorn.
Someone is tapping my shoulder, "You should get out of the sun'',
anxiously surprised, this gentle old lady smiled at me showing me, my in.