mirage
The Melan Desert belongs to me
My breath of sorrow cascaded into a torrent of suffering
Whisked me away
By crumbling the hopeful towers around me
Razing them to dunes of despair
The winds carry their broken messages
For succor, at first
Now, forlorn
The abandoning sun treats my land as Abaddon
Thus I walk my land under waxen phases
Eternally, it desires
…if only I kept my eyes from the stars
My world is still
I am held to the sand solely by my mind
Heavy with disappointment
The only change comes from the moody moon
So the peculiarity of the stars
Has gained my rapt attention
They seem to form a path
Maybe a road
Perhaps a boulevard
Whichever, it leads away
The farthest from where I am
The Destin Sky belongs to me
Despite the lack of sunlight
And its insufferable heat
The Melan Desert still sees fit
To gift me with… visions
Dreams for my starved, woken mind
mirages
Two, they always are
But they waltz in endless time
Infinite regresses
One feels more tender
Seems more true
Of snapdragons
I want to go to them and am forced to my darkest despair
My bleakest “conclusions”
When I cannot get to them
And am left to my mindful toxicities
I can just as easily imagine a life with or without the flora
Maybe too well
In my ataraxia, I see signs that mock me
Pointing to and from the snapdragons
The handwriting is familiar
Because I am the only one here
I leap to both signs, left foot first
These snapdragon dreams come on their time
Maddening because I am impatient
Maddening because I am not ready
The natural lie of mirages
Is their nonexistance
But the Destin Sky leaves messages on the wind
“…should be…”
And the will to power manifests the impossible
But the Melan Desert never forgets
And shows me woeful carvings on pristine mirrors
The handwriting is familiar
The other mirage has the yearning of a child
Naïve
Hungry
Of lilies
Luminous below the crescent
Representing an ideal
Instead of a truth
The obsession of someone too lost in themself
Lilies are meant to be admired
Not to be adored
The path may lead to lilies incarnate
But they will refuse childish wants
The Destin Sky leaves messages on the wind
“…could be…”
The Melan Desert grins
Still I follow the path
Still the mirages dance around me
But each step takes a weight from my mind
The path begins to show its true self
And admits its destination
Soon, I walk a stellar boulevard
To the Renai Oasis that will belong to me
Perhaps with tenderness
My mind will be weightless
But my world will spin again
And the abandoning sun will express its regret
