Love's Desolation

Love's Desolation

Again for a third time in my life,

I stand upon the desolate and barren plane. 

The hot sun drains me. 

For two times before I have been burnt,

Each time I crawled back to my stoned fortress.

However, flat and dead was a part of me.

Damned be me for that part stirs again.

I pray for the solitude of words.

Nevertheless, my heart is tormented.

The vast openness of the plane excites me.

The dark cloud scares me.

My soul shakes from the bitter cold breeze.