Poetry-Thing Thursday: Finding the Sea Part 5

Desert Rain


She moans in her sleep,

needs something to eat,

must do more to earn her keep.

Yet she will not release.


Grips my arm,

looks forewarn,

it’s coming on now,

the heart will be torn.


Slowly cascading,

curving steadily.

Defying all the earth,

and laws of gravity.


The first rains,

this desert has seen,

in a thousand years,

of forgotten dreams.


So small and isolated,

yet great in its own,

finally she’s seeing,

how important is her home.


With us wherever we go,

no matter what we know,

or what we try to show,

all that glitters is gold.


Her sadness reaches me,

somehow I’m not ready.

Something appeases me,

something I’ve missed to see.


Her eyes open.

Concern, confusion.


– I’m sorry must’ve been a nightmare.

Sounds like life, I’ve been there.

– I feel so strange and so close.

Our minds have no distance,

all we see is cloaked.


She smiles at me,

“I love what you do,

Set me up, let me see.

If things were different,

I know what you could do to me.”







We can’t know who we are

until we do,

the unthinkable.


She laughs.

Desert love and sweet repress,

things will be different now,

– Nothing lasts.

Her decisiveness,

my relapse.


I’ve known now,

the most despairing kinds of love.

I see how we are all,

“sent from above.”


Nothing more in this world,

should be shown,

than true loving passion,

life’s sweet cologne.


We must love to pass time,

we must burn to shine.


Only our first day

already past dismay,

Now death and dying,

and earthly decay.


Today it has rained

in the Desert of Forgotten Pain.

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