A long way had I come along, <br />A long journey ahead, <br />When thirst filled my mouth of song, <br />And death itself seemed dead. <br /> <br />The sand my companion, <br />The cactus false hope, <br />As I walked with vain determination, <br />And drought filled my throat. <br /> <br />At last I found a shore line, <br />With gallons of dreams beyond, <br />For all of it my tongue did pine, <br />All worries already gone. <br /> <br />I knelt down to take a gulp, <br />And drank the ocean dry, <br />When I found my mouth to be filled with pulp, <br />With great despair I did cry. <br /> <br />As my tears touched my lips, <br />And gave me joy in grief, <br />My life returned to me, <br />To write this poem so brief! <br /> <br />Copyright © Christian Eliab Ratnam 2012 <br />ALL RIGHTS RESERVED<br /><br />Christian Eliab Ratnam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-mirage-3/
