Once again,
I found myself floating
as a desert cloud,
gleaning over your gleaming
desert smile.
As I was grinding in this ceaseless harsh sky,
I found myself hungrier
as you feed my light heart
with the heaviness of
your golden particles.

And with each yearning,
with each longing,
I realize that I was,
tear by tear,                    
drop by drop,
minute by minute,
falling,
hugging,
absorbing into
the gentleness of your sand,

only to find myself,
seared by your heated passion
for the ancient flames
of the everlasting, yet, distant sun,
pushing me away,
sweeping me away,
evaporating,
as I form myself back
to the grating, yet, welcoming sky.
I found myself floating,
oh, once again,
as a desert cloud,

only smaller,
sadder,
harsher,
firmer,
than before.

*For April Arales,

Because broken hearts
Are really never deserted,
For they travel together
As desert clouds
In this harsh,
yet welcoming,
sky.