Looks like I will be heading back to the Middle East and travelling for the coming days, so this will be my last poem (and reviews) until I am once again settled and back into my routine sometime next week.

A Mirage
By John Herlihy

I see in the distance a shimmering mirage,
Shining with light like a budding corsage,
Full of mystery, like a finger beckoning.
Come near, what disappears but its unique collage,
Leaving you alone with your own reckoning.

I see in my mind a shimmering mirage,
With no trace of it on my comely visage.
I keep my own secret well within scope;
No one will know how it gives me hope,
Mine alone to treasure, it helps me to cope.

I feel in my heart a shimmering mirage,
Well protected in a cave against sabotage.
Emotions have their day with highs and lows;
My mirage is wrapped tightly and tied with bows.
Where does it come from? Nobody knows.

Embedded within my soul lies a shimmering mirage;
It informs my being with its enlightening montage.
Meaning and purpose, happiness, fulfillment and hope;
I cling to this illusion by the threads of a divine rope.
Will I give it up? You ask. The answer: never, nada, nope.