Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Desert Life

My memories of you
Are grains of sand
In this dust storm
There's no rain
In my arid heart
To wash you away

I want them to know
Then I'll disappear
In the heat and pressure
Of right and wrong
Good and bad
And there will only be
What is and isn't
What happened
What didn't

You will return
Perfect honor
Never again who I
Never quite knew
To begin with

Years will teach me
What I need to learn
And years will teach you
That in this oasis
These vines we climb
Are of the same root
And everything I write
Is both about you
And not

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