Desert Blues

A poem.

You told me long ago,
your voice was soft as it was low.
look at the desert sand
and you will know.

Deserts in the mind I see,
deserted thoughts and dreams.
Millions of souls so far from home
so cold and so alone.

A beggars banquet
that is my soul,
take what you will but you should know
the desert winds will blow,
on you so soft and cold.


Grains of earth blowing
in the wind,
what a great metaphor for loneliness.