Travelling Deserts Dry
Deep within my heart,
I feel voices whispering to me.
Words all too familiar to me,
yet no meanings quite understood.
As I gaze into the night,
wistful for the years yet to come.
I’m not sure I want to revisit,
the familiar grounds,
long worn, formulaic, and out of tune.
In my memories, I smell familiar rains
falling gently by the breeze.
As I hope for the falling rain,
while travelling these deserts dry.
There I feel that stirring deep within,
to live again beyond the fears,
that close me in.
So I must leave my thoughts behind,
tendered to distant lands.
Set my heart upon the journey
Finding a man, anew.
We are pilgrims on a mission,
a caravan by the desert roads.
We must help each other,
walk together, share the load.
Weeping when you weep,
laughing when you laugh.
We share each other’s joy and sorrow.
Until we’ve seen this journey through.