The Beautiful Mirage

You’ll look for her everywhere

Wandering aimlessly through crowds

Empty bottles and blank canvases

Surround you.

You linger, at red lights

Stall, at street corners.

Longing, and hopeful

Transfixed with anticipation

..

You trace your hands along the spines of musty books,

She’s there, spellbound in fascination

The edge of the page,

Coaxing her.

A piercing ache

You reach out, to touch her

Except, she vanished

Before you can catch your breath.

Her name, evaporates from your lips.

..

You’ll look for her in everyone

Meaningless conversations

Leave you in agony.

You’re in withdrawal, searching

Craving, familiar traces of wonder

No one's, intoxicates your mind

No touch, satiates your desire

Filled with disbelief and unsettled,

Shaken.

..

Because You

Let her slip through your fingers,

Slowly, at first.

Like tiny grains of sand,

Scattered and captured

By the boundless sky.

Willfully, she departed

Pouring, the final words

Into glass bottles.

They weep and chime

Desperate, to silence their pleas

You swallow into the void.

Parts of her have dispersed

Everywhere, but the pieces

Shattered, at last

In your open palms

Spilling, the canvases red.

You’ll find her, untethered from you.

Unraveling, the line drifting

Unable to to reel in

The storm rain, emulates her sparkling wit

The wind tangled in the branches

Is her soft whisper

Stirring you gently,

The waves crash.

Startling You,

From a trance.

...

Except, now

You dream, awake

A cruel fictitious loop.

Distraught with reality

That it was nothing, but a beautiful mirage.