Dry and Barren

So dry and barren, the hills That I walked upon today Stark beauty in death, the hills I clutch at dry grass, my hands Drops of red on parched ground Feeling nothing still, my hands Relentless pushing, the wind Bringing no voices to me The hawk circles, the wind Unable to cry , my eyes As dry as my very soul Sunset gray and tired, my eyes Dry and barren , my heart Empty as each year's promise And yet it beats, my heart 8/26/11..