~
The Mirage Of You ~
Like purple smoke in
the mist of a gray
sky,
You appeared, weaving
a spell of magic
Come and dance with
me…
A sonata of music that
played on my heart -
You came in, playing
your charmed flute …
Come and dance with
me…
Like the scent of
Cypress in a dusty
world,
You floated in on the
breeze,
Come and dance with
me…
Like Northern Lights
in the dark of night
Your words held
secrets unfolding,
Come and dance with
me…
And like the mirage of
rain in the desert,
You beckoned to my
thirst…
Come and dance with
me…
And then vanished!
Sharon Frye
© 2004
Heroes of the Heart
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