Mirage
- Jan 9, 2022
- 1 min read
I see you
Sitting there,
Setting sun
Shining in your hair.
Winds-a blowing
Billowing breeze,
You’re lost in thought,
Clutching at your knees.
I look at you,
Into your eyes
Gleaming orbs
Of heavenly sighs.
You smile and softly laugh. Then
My breath catches like a light snuffed out
My heart racing. Starting
To remove all doubt.
What's this heady feeling
Beating inside my chest?
Dare I dream a world of love?
Or what would you suggest?
I reach out
To touch your hair,
But you are gone,
Were never there.
In 1969, I was in Junior High in Los Angeles California, there was a very popular song called "Traces, of Love" by The Classic IV. Mirage touched those old memories of Junior High and High School during the Vietnam War Draft years. Years when we guys felled in love to quickly and married young, mislead by worries of being drafted and seeing a partner that was never there; Mirages.