just a mirage

once upon a time
I met a traveller
old and gray and weak
too tired to even speak
dressed in rags and dirt from
crossroads
where all souls meet
his hair full of grass and hay
...
once upon a time
I met a traveller
he walks through the fields of fragile hearts
with a book and a scythe
and a pair of deep blue
eyes

and he always walks alone
followed only by this lullaby
written in old shadow-play
in melody
of souls
and
skies

have you ever seen
those high mountains of
freeze and snow
build around one
feeble heart
did you see those piercing walls of calcified tears
and fears
too deep and too wide
to hide
to conceal
built around one
brave proud
heart?
oh
...
I saw them all (through the wells of my eyes)
I touched them all (with a kiss of my scythe)
I heard them all (through the pages of my tome)
and they were
just a mirage
just a mirage, my dear girl
all of them
just a mirage
and nothing more...