Barren Desert
it's my imagination
or maybe my heart's dissatisfaction
in sleep you whisper my name
before your heart wanders away
are your dreams never of me?
in my mind's predilection
you move inside the ruins
whistling a lover's tune
through phases of the moon
the new moon sheds no light
in this barren desert
my love a dying ember
ashes blowing in the wind
scattering at the end
in the valley below
no one held you like I did
as I gave you one last bid
beseechingly I asked
for one final dance
but the music stopped
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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