Beautiful Mirage

Heart pauses at the beauty,
while skirting the desert floor,
my heart and mind begged for relief
from duty on distant shore;

From where did the memory of your
tender touch reach through fog in
my mind, and strip my sight of mornings
light as though night had never come.

Where was the taste of your sweet tongue as I sought for my life’s measure, did not you pledge your gift of life and to
this our endless pleasure.

The summer sun is hottest when it promises growing power, while i think on ways we might enjoy the passing days touching hour by hour.