The Desert

a fire fed on a thousand love songs
my tears roll on the red sand
flame flickers; the will of a faithless believer,
billowing dunes cut history in two

I look up to forefathers
North Star no longer guides
and the rest have grown cold in their silence

like Job of old, my world is lonely
I was stoned-
The Desert is unforgiving.
I seem to remember them casting me out
used to seethe, now I weep.

but now;
a light in the distance-
a second,
and a third!

I blink away the tears to see a plagued land of faded hearts
on The Desert we call home.

mind tricks
I shake my head into grey colours-
my eyes have never been kind to me.

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