It can't equal the gleam in his smiling eyes.
When I see him, I'm fanned by a beautiful breeze
With the violent elation I have in my dreams,
And his voice speaks as softly as whispering rain
Like the sands sweeping over a desert terrain.
I can see his reflection in pools clear as tears
(Very rare in this wasteland where he now appears)
But these waters are set on horizons so far
That it seems he is further than dim, withdrawn stars,
And reflections are all that are lucid to me;
There's no actual person that I can perceive.
Then the winds of the East start their furious rise
While the rippling water turns dreams into lies.
The reflection dissolves behind veils of black sand.
Once again I'm abandoned alone in this land.
And condemning my feelings while cursing my birth,
I despair in recov'ring that wonderful mirth.
No one thirsts 'til there's water beyond human reach;
No one knows what she needs 'til she finds her heart's breach.
Now I'm drowning in tears in this dry, barren waste
With a prayer on my lips, which are parched with the taste
Of insistent desire for that image sublime
And for satiating ardor that could have been mine.
But he must be as real as the desert itself,
And I rise from the dust as I think to myself:
Risking death in these dunes that I'll dare to explore,
I'll unveil this mirage so that I can see more.
In the end, severe suffering in this arid waste
Will be pleasing surrender to see the man's face.
Then the heavens fuse colors more luring than blue
To seduce my eyes' mind to believe my dreams true.
And to tempt me to glance at horizons remote
To renew my devotion to struggling hope.
So I look to the edge of the Earth and believe
By my faith I can conjure the man of my dreams.
Where the crossroads of Earth meet the paths of the sky,
As a magic illusion beguiles the eye,
Supplication is answered for goals I pursue:
When I blink, he returns to my desert anew!
A complete man at last, a reflection no more,
In a billowing robe that extends to the floor.
My arms stretch to the edge of the Earth, where he stands,
And then weakly I struggle through hampering sands.
For a breadth of expanse I apporach the man's side,
But the margin between us is always so wide!
Ever-stagnant, this distance that I must traverse;
My persistence and patience transform into curse.
So I pause for a moment and know I'm alone.
This alluring mirage I convoked on my own.
(A creative invention I conceived in my head)
I believed the illusion nonfiction instead!
But I can't cause to be what I want to exist,
There's a will above mine which I cannot resist.
I can lie to myself and pursue the untruth
Or forget about visions while still in my youth
And so forfeit this journey begun with much faith
And accept my endeavors as pitiful waste.
Knowing fate will deliver me everything due,
To my dreams and my pasions I whisper "Adieu."
"When there's no one to speak to, you talk to the sky?"
Asks a sorrowful voice whith a soft little sigh.
"In this desert I'm lonely and haven't a friend--
I had hoped to meet someone like you in the end."
It's a voice like the rain, like a dream of the past...
And I turn and meet eyes with the real man at last!
In his arms I am safe from the hideous sun
That had tortured my eyes since my journey'd begun.
For illusions and lies don't define what is real,
But what dreams can suggest, a true life makes ideal.
When your dreams won't come true (or they're lies) only wait,
For mirages turn miracles powered by fate.