So long this endless path….
And so the parched cracked ground
finds my tenuous steps,
the wasteland of my path an endless travail,
yet horizon beckons,
its ragged line evokes another horizon still,
and my dreams carry my weary feet.
How tired I am of this arduous task,
this seemingly infinite road
where oasis’ few hold flesh to bare,
and keep a mind in focus to carry on,
and with tremulous hands hold hope’s last thread,
to belief that pastures green exist.
Perhaps those mirages that shimmer light,
hold more than rising heat,
maybe they are the painted hope upon the desert,
a trick of light that in heart ignites, a newborn faith,
that will carry my bones to a green ending,
before this soul in done.
The sun burns, but the vast blue sky goes on,
no end to it, its infinite gift,
and under this expanse of blue,
I am like all others, no chosen wrath, no trick or fowl,
just a given life beneath heaven,
trying to find a way home.
Tony DeLorger © 2017