Desert

Standin here, in the searing heat,

I hear a voice call to me.

It whispers ever so softly in my ear.

I run.

Galloping, sprinting, gallavanting--I race.

Tripping, stumbling, fumbling--I fall.

Down, down, down, into the hot, burning sand.

I stare upwards, blankly, into the sapphire sky.

My breath is heavy.

A voice drills into my ears.

I thought I had given up hope,

But the voice showed me I hadn’t.

I struggle to stand; I finally do.

This time I don’t run.

I walk.

Mile after mile, day after day,

I cross the expanse, looking.

Searching for something I’ve lost.

Coming up over a dune,

I spot a magnificent building.

Gaining my strength,

I run towards it.

When I approach the door, breathless, hot, thirsty, and tired,

It opens by some ghostly hand.

Cautiously, I step through.

I see another door a few feet from this one.

With each pained, shuffling step,

I reach that door.

It also opens magically.

I step within the doorway.

Way down at the other end of this room,

There’s a throne.

A man is perched there.

Wincing, I make my way down to this man.

I know I must look a fright.

Robes disheveled, feet blistered and callused.

Finally, I fall to my knees in front of him.

I look up, and see it’s him.

The one I lost and was looking for.

I now know what my mission was.

To find him.

My lost love.

I         smile.