Le Mirage

I turned around,
looked down,
and thought I saw you
in your special norm,
waiting impatiently
for our precious
moments.

What treasures;
short they were;
filled by unspoken
thoughts, hidden
behind the veil of sleep;
behind moralities.

I saw the flags waving
and the yellow van
stuck in the traffic,
as you were walking
under the wet sky
somewhere
alone.

Is this yet another
illusion towards a
bleak future?

Will the truth
ever be leaked while
beauty shimmers?

Clear me.

Make this
real.

S