First one
then another,
yet still more
tentative steps taken
toward that mirage
called love.
Only once again
to watch it slip away.
This time
it seemed
so close.
A love
so capable
of quenching
such parching thirst.
Unbearable longing
the barest hope
suddenly denied.
Life
ever the cruel mistress.
A desert
in which only
the thickest of skins
survive.
Fragile love
slumping to the hot sand
the mirage
slowly...sadly
fades away.
© RRE 10-23-01
