A Memory in the Desert
Posted on 11. Jul, 2006 by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Daily thoughts, Loss, Love
For a moment, the sun was nothing but beautiful
I could see clouds scattered across the blue sky
and I swore I saw a face in them
I was dying, alone and without hope of being found
My thirst for life had brought me to this place of abandon
and my body seems to be slowly falling deeper into the sand
For a moment, you gave me strength
I would try to move mountains and with your aid I would succeed
and yet I fail to find a way to live without finding myself alone
I was trying, with great hope and heartfelt inspiration
To reach a place of my own salvation where I could be free
and I now know, that this mirage was a failure of ecstasy
For a moment, I cried precious tears into the sands
I would cherish you like no other
and yet I would drag myself to you, trying to find love or pain
I was lying, to myself, to the hands that could no longer feel
I could not keep myself from dreaming of this mirage to save my soul
and when I tasted the foul grain of the sand I was no longer sane
For a moment, I died, knowing I was gone long before now
I reached out into the horizon as I was blinded by the light
and when I could no longer try, I became a soul who lost the fight
I was dead. The deepest passion could not bring me back
Yet I would keep my faith in who I was
and you dear stranger, would wonder who was the one forgotten