Mirage

Hot desert, oasis, so lovely; just a mirage, farther growing. Mouth is parched, thirst needs quenching. This arid earth underneath cracked feet. Sweat beads and salty breeze; wondering but can not think. Farther it fades, staying the same. Whispering "Come to me"; Listening; ignorance all the same. Expectations; this comforting shame. Today is only a day, for night is on its way. Dragging sand between toes, such curses such woes; Tears rolling, beauty in fallen. Fire ants scrambling, biting; it burns. Crusted wind, curling grains of sand; Can not see, but a mirage; a man ever yearns.