There is a remote Arid as I walk along its sandy drifts, Oh tomb of dregs bitter where black birds trek, The still air whisks flower canticle melodies of sorrow, I am a lost discoverer on an unending journey,
This desolate sand has an eerie obverse familiarity, As if I have roamed this valley once before, In hopes of fleeing from an agonizing past, In search of something reliable & steadfast,
Oh deep blue Ocean in the vastly distance, To have her in my arms would be like a dagger of angst, As the fiery sun blazes brightly with a sky of blue, I can only say at the endow of this journey I hope for you,
The heat of the Arid bears too much for survival, It is your love that keeps me live as I thrive forward, As the stars cold hoist up above craving subside, At night comes frigid cold fastened to the sand,
I grab sand perplexed as it slips through my fingers, Yearning as my love has befallen with my present anguish, For I now am that forlorn Lover in the ARID SANDS” By AG. 3/25/2018 (C)