The Stage
The desert sands blow soft and warm
As wispy clouds begin to swarm.
I watch the skies for signs of rain
To ready for a springtime storm.
My mind is numb, my soul in pain;
My love is on an eastbound train.
The joy of cool April days
Has turned now dusty, brown and plain.
The sun swirls through in gloomy rays
That often last for days and days.
And while at night I hide inside,
Coyotes howl while moonlight plays.
My eyes now burn as long I cried;
They're red of rim but long on pride.
I don't want anyone to know
She broke my heart with one lone ride.
So days pass by now hot and slow,
And why she left I'll never know.
As loneliness will grow and age,
My soul absorbs a fatal blow.
But loneliness made me a sage
While I sat in this lonely cage.
So I must learn to turn the page,
Then climb back up upon the stage.
Copyright © Shawn Hall | Year Posted 2019
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