NOMAD pt. 3
He rises out of the sand, His tent covered, buried,The storm over, A new day, Stands and faces the sun,
Deep blue eyes framed by unruly black hair, Retrieves his belongings, sets forth his trek continues,
Sun is high in the heavens , heat is unbearable, Mirages
dance on the sand, lie about water reflected back in waves of heat, Reflects images of him walking in the distance,
She See's the oasis, the false promise of water, Nothing is real,
A trick of her sight, She walks with her reflection off in the distance, another mirage, Stops to watch, Stops,
Yet her mirage continues to march on, She stares,
Shock, Fear, Excitement, All this and more goes through her mind, For the mirage is now heading towards her,
Clearly she See's now, A man approaches, A single tear forms and runs down her face, Evaporates before it hits the ground,
He wants to run, sand slows him down, Yet the distance is closing, Is this real, Has he gone mad, . Closer now,
She is standing ,Waiting, Her skin is gold, Her eyes piercing,
She watches him, Is this a hallucination, Can this be real,
Closer still he comes only to stop a few feet in front of her,
The look of disbelief slowly fades from their faces,
Realization sets in , He falls to his knees but can not weep,
No tears of joy, No tears, She kneels in front of him,
Searching his face, She looks into his eyes, Into his soul,
Reaching out for each other, Embrace each other,
He slowly stands, Reaches down to her with his hand,
Helps her up, They look to the horizon, not alone now,
Together they walk hand in hand, "By the way I'm Adam"...
Richard E. Cartledge (PHOENIX) 9/5/09
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