You see, there is a heart,
hiding in that vast wasteland
where cactus stands guard
and sand gathers in your shoes

Temporarily deserted
neath a steadfast glaring sun
bringing a spot light
to this darkness you perceive

The way out has been known all along,
waiting in between shadows
and adobe walls constructed
by this self-imposed blindness

Mirrored questions on streaked glass
reflecting what you want to see,
not what those with eyes open
and hands reaching find

Follow me, let me show you the path,
returning you to your smile
and the beauty of what we know…
there is a heart and it is yours