The mirage

I walk the path

Faded with time and

The grains of sand

Cling to my soles ,subdued;

Bits of everyday lives scribed

On cobblestone pavements

Always in tow–

And the remnants of your footprints

Whisper through crevices

Of neat asphalt

Incessantly and I yield

In discreet pleasure;

The gravel glistens

In the afternoon sun;

My mouth agape

As a flowing mirage–

Of you;

Begins to blind my eyes.

2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Rahul Ahuja
    Feb 19, 2015 @ 04:58:03

    Beautiful imagery. Wonderful write

    Liked by 1 person


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