The Mirage

Waiting...
As the moon falls to glory.
Bright, sparkling...piercing.
Mighty, fierce, Royal.

Waiting...
As the fall blooms to spring.
Colourful, cheery...austentatious.
Fragrant, breezy, addictive.

Waiting,
As the love turns to hate...
Fast, easy...salvation.
A coveted fragment of your imagination.

Waiting,
As the tears turn to laughter.
Hopeless, futile...impossible.
Fireflies burn not sans flame.

18th August, 2009.
Tuesday.