Essence
A poem by Riverwatch
Ahh, the desert.
In a sunlit land, life is different.
Golden light,
immense moonbeams
that let the sun in after the stars come out.
Ahh, the desert.
Where life is clear.
Where the spirit moves free with the wind
to rustle through the spiny plants
to blow the dust from off the mind.
Ahh, the desert.
The heart is bleeding in the desert.
The wind, it dries a leaky heart
and whispers to the mind
erasing footprints, terraforming.
Where life begins, not ends.
Ahh, the desert.
Where an unfamiliar dimension
is miraging on the shimmering horizon
and will not be dispelled.
Life has changed.
Layer after layer after layer blown away
leaving only the message of the Creator
and the essence of the created.
Ahh.
The desert.
Spiritual.
Superior.
Unpretentious.
Apropos, the desert dwellers.
Spiritual.
Superior.
Unpretentious.
Kind.
Fun.
