Mirages

Expectation's phantoms appear
on the cerebral horizon,
desire's ghosts stalk longing's wind
whispering craving's fantasia illusions,
steps of passion chase
towards dreams that ripple
the consciousness's gaze in clarity.

Mind's eye sculpts tomorrow's destination
as the oasis infused by anticipation's binoculars
writing a scroll of fulfilled prophecy
for the moment of self-realization
when hands snare the scenery of yearning
and paradise is held in one's arms.

But then the seconds bring accountability's stop sign
reaching the precipice one thought was sanctuary,
finding instead it is merely a vantage point
to refuges still beyond the finger's grasp.

All the detours of plots and short cuts followed
never truly reducing the distance
between ambition and accomplishment.