Mirage an image
Slowly sway
Moving closer
It slips away
Fading to grey
Aphorism before
The beginning
Has become no more
Dreams we encompass
Woken up, now pass
So too, the water
Mirrored like glass
Shot of serenity
The dull daylight ahead
Lifetime washed-out
Echoes in our head
Reflection of epitome
The ancient; the ahead
Present: observing
The reflections we said:
Mirage an image
Slowly sway
Moving closer
It slips away
Author notes
option 4
A contest entry
- Two years here. by Viva La Vie Boheme.
925 points, ended July 4, 2008, 11 entries
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