Mirage

Moaning, dancing 
in the desert, 
ceaseless winds
caress the burning sands.

Somewhere,
near the horizon 
thunder's rattling
heavy skies.

Lonely wolf 
is gloomily howling,
wasted time is 
passing by.

Nightmares,
dreamscapes  
are colliding,
without direction
in the sky.

I've closed my eyes
one winter morning
to fall asleep 
and never to come back.

Wandering forever
in the desert - 
dissolving slowly 
into a mirage.