Mirage

Abandoned by hope

A halo of fear sits on the throne

Like the stillness of a pond.

Herds gather to spell their vision

Legacy of comfort vanishes in the mind of the wanderer

Four, three, two, one, and the rocket launches to the land of belief.

A smooth sail is on the horizon

As the sailor’s whispers get louder

And the screams of breaking waves become mute

Expectations seek to enter the mind

Mirage seeks to enter the heart