MIRAGE

You are running, running,
But you never move.
For if you tread my road
It is endless.

You are hiding, but invisible
To none but yourself,
As all the walls are made of glass
And you are the transparency.

You show me the way
To the gates of paradise
But they are locked
And you forgot the key.
You teach me how to fly
But not to land again.

Your mouth forms words
That say 'I love you'
But even as we speak
They run back into the
Comfort of your dreams

'Stand up and be counted'
I scream to you silently,
As taking your hand it melts away
And you begin to slowly
Disappear again.