Desert Stars

I walked amongst the dust,

Heaving dangerous gusts,

Smelling scents of rust,

And feeling a thirsty lust.

"Water, water, shelter..."

I find the horizon,

Trace it with my eyes,

Thinking of all of the ways,

I could possibly die.

"Thirst, hunger, exhaustion, asphyxiation..."

I find the sand,

Warm yet cooling in the night.

I hold out my hand,

Like Superman taking flight.

"Fly, go, soar, escape..."

I find the desert wind,

Picking up and tearing at my clothes,

My knees too skinned,

To walk through this desert that I loathe.

"Keep going, live, thrive, be strong..."

I find my feet buried in grain,

My hand to shield my eyes from the world,

And though I am in so much pain,

I let my hand uncurl.

"Look, see, know, remember..."

I find you there,

Beyond the storm,

Your winding hair,

Behind your feminine form.

"It's okay. You're okay. Fly away..."

I lay down in the dust,

And open my eyes to read the desert stars,

And let my world adjust,

To the things I can only see from afar.

"Good night."

I see a reservoir.

Author's Note

I wrote this on a whim and ended up liking it a lot. What do you think?

Reviews

[Haley]

You did such a beautiful job of telling a story that flows together so nicely.