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.