Mirage

He felt the heat like a liquid,
Draining away his will.
Heat and cold, battered his body,
Sun and sand, drained the spirit.
Many a tree he had seen, on a far away dune,
Only to disappear, leaving behind no clue.
Parched throat, dry like sand,
A voice, he didn’t know he had.

Mirage! His senses screamed,
Blue water, is all he dreamed.
He didn’t move, for it would disappear,
Slow steps he took, steps of fear.
His thirsty eyes drank in the colors,
Green and blue, ah! What wonder.

This ain’t real! His brain screamed,
His thoughts, his thirst had screened.
He sat down in the shade,
In cold water he was to wade.

Its only sand! Its only sand!
It’s the curse of this rugged land.
Just one minute let me find,
Solace, in my drifting mind.
One drop, like nectar it shall be,
Saving me from eternity.

* * *

They found him sprawled on the wet sand,
His body cold, in a hot land.
His finger wet, soaked in the pool,
His eyes wide open………..
………Like those of a fool.