Mirage
Holding mysef erect while her ghostly effect becomes my mirage.
She comes and goes like some vaporous waves,Some shimmering ghostly apparitions, Undulating on the horizon,Lilting in and out of my life's journey.Is she real or just some blurry banshee mirage,Kissing my senses for but a moment in time,Here then gone, a budding perfumed scentOn the air, filling me with a promise to easeMy ache and want for sweetness only.Where does she hide, this veiled vixen,This wild flower pause in Na...