Deserted

An artesian spring of sorrow, gushes forth with tears. Sands of time, sears my hope. The sun falls heavy upon me, as my parched lips kisses love goodbye. How can life be so cruel, as to tease with delicious smiles, and twinkling blues, then place a distance between us- A desert, that kills our love before it has a chance to bloom? Metaphor Well, I would have entered this in Deborah's contest, but I missed it by a fraction of a second! lol... As to being a poem written in 'proper' free verse style, I'd appreciate your thoughts. Thank you. Contest; Free Verse Jewels of the Crown Sponsored by: Deborah Guzzi