A Search Beyond Truth

Illusion

Holistic shadows, of an unwavering faith,
Defiled by time, scarred by age,
Still, the tenderness remains,
Of a half remembered dream,
Maybe i was there, maybe with you.

When the oars were set with rot,
As you hovered through the desert in a boat,
I was the mirage you took for an oasis,
And in the dunes you found a pseudo shadow,
Yes I was there, as silent as God.

When the whore, the slut, the bitch,
Drank the sand she took for water,
And for a moment she breathed,
The same air as the world.
And I stood there, and gave her more sand to drink.

Then she spoke, and heaven sighed at her words,
Oh, the look on her face,
To be counted, understood, when God had left her.
She thought me to be her friend,
But to me she was so much more.

The glimmering shade of hope,
Trampled 'neath her deadened heart,
Told me she belonged to someone else,
Someone who'll take care of her,
And I'll be just a mirage, an illusion nothing more.

But did you ever think, my dear,
What you did to that hapless spot of weeded shore,
Where no one ever thought of going,
Which was as if invisible to all.
Did you ever wonder? Or, was i never there...