MIRAGE

© Gloria Smith 2010

In my evening mirage
Of weariness
Of sadness
Of unfulfilled expectations
Of dreams kept too long
For a waking promise...
I walk to find you
But my arms are empty
Once more
Once more I abhor
The darkness 
And wish only
For the sunlight of morn
For the brilliant light
To put my fears to flight
I scorn the darkness
Unrealized dreams unborn
Lay still in the night
Just out of reach
Just beyond the touch
Of my soft fingers
Your memory lingers
As the scent of golden roses
Tipped in crimson
The crimson color of the life
Beating in my heart
The heart that beats for you
With an unanswered call
In the sleepless night
Of my haunted desire