I was a desert
A dark and empty desert
Where the wind blows for no one
For no one
Where dust clouds rise
Among the gloom
And bring darkness
To that lonely desert
Neither man nor beast
Dare venture there
For no bird ever sing
Nor mice ever roam
But then one day
When the sandstorms swept
An old man came
A man with a beard as white as snow
Which blew with the wind.
He came one day and
Wandered through that vast desert
And by a tree with a thousand year thirst
He sat, He sat there
He sat there for days and days
Then one day he, Awoke from his thoughts
And walked away
And as he walked from
That dry dead desert
All around
Flowers bloomed,
Birds sang,
Rivers flowed
And that tree by which he sat
Fulfilled its thirst
From the rain which fell
Enriching the dry sand
The dry sand
Which once blew up sandstorms
But now the breeze fills
Those mountains of green
Which were once sand
And that man,
Who was that man?
A priest? A saint?
No, he was a poet
2006-11-04
19:21:48
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