I knew not your face,
Your form, your embrace
I knew not if the echo I felt
was real or fake,
I could have made a mistake
As I continued to be unable to relate
to meet or satiate the hunger that in me, ached.
You were a fevered dream
had from a mind that was
coming apart at its seams
alone in this desert
you were the thought
Locked away like water on a dry day.
You were a sense
a hope, a presence
that from my fingertips eloped
a ghost, like the echo of the sweetest note.
struck strong at first but then you vibrated
time passing as you were negated.
I was a prisoner
who thought it was fated
that I be relegated
to this place
this space, where I would remain in disgrace
In the darkness of my mind you were a ray
A light, a beacon shining in the night
but you were faint, just enough to taint
but not repaint my dreary soul in color.
but you were the inception of the rain
the first drop falling to the thirsty grain
the first sweet taste on the tongue
the first beat of music on the drum
the echo of a song silently hummed
With you the walk was then justified
the journey then ended
the effort finally expended
The burded dropped to the still dust
and the sore muscles finally rested
But most of all
you were a reminder
that a heart need not be heavy
that I could learn to love again.