Rainshadow

My heart has become

The wild desert storm

Where living things die

Or harden like stone

Wind has made monsters

Of dust and of pain

Weak tendrils of hope

Gasp sweetly for rain

The salt of the earth
Stands tall on her pyre
She looks through the night
For the Bedouin fire

Though I stand alone
In wild desert storm
And living things die
Or harden like stone

I still feel the pulse
Of water below
That fights to give life
To all that I know