11.21.2009

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

                                             — asha