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BEYOND THE MIRAGE
©Gary Bowman Whispers of a desolate land, Silence of the burning sands Claustrophobic desert sky, Shifting shadows sigh Wild, searing sun ablaze, To horizon’s edge I gaze Shimmering, cool desert stream, Is it real, or a dream? In this parched and barren waste (Water) I can almost taste Oasis in a desert place, No relief - Only a mirage Traveling through this weary land, We are all just grains of sand Stifling, suffocating air, Journey’s desert solitaire, Wild, searing sun ablaze, To horizon’s edge I gaze Shimmering, cool desert stream, Is it real, or a dream? Sun-baked lands, Burst in bloom Desert sands, Become a pool Thirsty ground, Bubbling springs Shout for joy, Rise and sing! Grassy reeds, Begin to grow Streams of water, Freely flow Gushing forth, In desert place Living waters, Beyond the Mirage |
