The Call of the Desert

If I am the desert, stark and empty;

I am the soul, forlorn and empty;

You are the clouds, above the dust.

To quench my parched, yearning thirst.

But you are only just the passing rain,

Stay this time, I pray in vain.

Even your rainbows last a short while.

Perhaps that has ever been your style.

I know you yearn for the forests beyond,

Drawn to the trees, you seem so fond.

To the mysteries of the dark canopy,

Of myriad life in all panalopy.

Please stay, and be more than clouds.

Be my river instead of flash floods.

Bring this desert to life once more.

I will hold you close as never before.

Quench my soul as you were meant to do.

And there will always be flowers from m to you.

And by that river, the desert will bloom once more.

It will become a forest and be a desert no more.

Harlequin