Story of the Mirage

Dusk
Wraps her rocks and pebbles and waters
In the knowing cold
Separating her from her sky
Tricking the horizon to sleep
Like a villain


But she could never stop
her waters, holding the sea of tears of her sky, so far
One singularity
woven into the delights of a gaze
Like a emboldened secret


So he stays,
glazing in the sun, and in the moonlight
his memory twinkling from afar
you can never make out if its his tears or hers
Like the joy of a lifetime