The Drought Inside

I want to rest your sunk emotions here A tender gorge pending and refusing to heal In this place, untied we cannot be Here, your best can lie askew A scattered glow, a rosy plume Enraged, a crafty ruse will soon appear Resilient and not bending to touch or feel To date, the cult of this reflects on me But chances are, the guide is you With fading sight, you saw mine too Retract all frosted seas and flow me near Tonight forebodes our ending and haters seal An empty gorge when silence means A suite of triumphs, unseen and new A plundered dream, a hounded hue Melt the crust, sew the cracks and hear A sigh unsigned, denied tending to repeal The drought inside when broken petals peel Each daring chance to break is true Recurring crusts is what they do