A Poem From My Book

Voyages 

Mirages, mirages, you are the witnesses of my voyages. 

Mirages, you are wanderers that come back to me. 

Voyages, voyages, let the sea sing. My old clock, 

I hear my phone ring. 

My old clock, make your hands move me. 

Mirages, you are the tales that I read. 

Voyages, you are the ways that I heed. 

Voyages, how many times have you come to me?

Voyages, are you my fantasies? 

Mirages, you are the faces of my memories. 

So many silent clocks look at me.

 I still have chiming clocks around me. 

So many silent phones joined my memories. 

I still have ringing phones on my voyages. 

Voyages, I still sail on my life’s bubbled sea. 

Mirages you are the witnesses of my passages. 

Voyages, voyages do keep my mirages. 

The lyrics of this song is a poem from my book, " It Could Be Me."