Aspired for comfort of a city
but now I live in a desert,
a vast expanse larger than life.
It has no colors
but all shades of brown and black.
And no hopes but sand dunes,
Cactus, wild berries and reptiles.
Roaming miles for an oasis to quench my thirst
And a shade of green to rest.
Life out here is difficult than city.
As I walk alone in the desert,
I often wonder
If autumn moon still shows up
with the fall season in the city you live.
Leaves still turn purple, red, orange and yellow,
In a prologue to stressful winter.
Then a knock at the door of spring
To bring back tender leaves
lush green and beautiful flowers,
Happiness, hope and prosperity in life.
Or a deceptive mirage rules life
in the desert and city as well!
Times we shared just vanished fast
And those uncomfortable short moments.
In my weary heart, it took a life span to learn
That this too was a bliss of some sort.
It may be a vain illusion, but I’m content,
Neither you are a mirage nor I am.
So what if it takes until the end of days
In a hope to see you again.
