4 disillusioned

the sands of time slip casually through your fingers
they have tested you well
still you hold on to a dream

my touch should soothe and comfort
but instead it burns you raw
outwardly and internally

the love and adoration you see in my eyes
is a mirage--a lie your mind spreads
echoing the sounds of your heart

the truth is i cannot be tamed
winds blow endlessly carrying me forth
leaving you behind

sandstorms shift dunes
carving new paths
burying you in my unforgiving sights

don't try to understand me
rather shield your heart from me
as you have shielded your face from my brutal wrath

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Photo by Rosa Frei

so two things came to mind as i pondered what i might write, "sands of time" and "mirage."  just seeing the eyes led me quickly to not a dessert mirage, but one seen in the depths of the eyes.  as i started thinking about where i was going, my first instinct was to speak of disillusioned love between two people, but the more i thought about it, i think the idea of the dessert speaking to a traveler seemed just as plausible.  so i tried to leave it open enough that it might be taken either way.  anyway...


inspiration for this post came from One Stop Poetry's One Shoot Sunday [interview with Rosa Frei].