I was the scorched wasteland, you the ravishing stream my life, sparse while yours teemed my lips parched while yours gleamed, one drop water was all that I had sought, alas! That was too much for you to part withβ¦
I live on as the deserted desert.
**You were scorched in my being Sent my ravishing stream to drink Kissed your lips that were parched My love made you shimmer and gleam.
My tears real, splattered as raindrops Your lonely hand reaching out When the day we bid goodbye In the deserted desert Alone by ourselvesβ¦
The fine collaboration by Debbie Brooks was in response to my poem 'Drought' Truly thankful to you Deb....