Desert Crossing

Desert Crossing

This dark blood that binds us
cheats us of our truth, brother
only a desert's dead center
can compare

but this creeping emptiness
like a desert devouring itself
oasis after oasis
has a true ring, does it not
a solidness, a comfort
we survivors can depend on

come on, need me brother
without a truth
no heartbreak is enough

I seem like one going
to meet a lover
but behind my eyes
sighing, shifting ashes.