The desert is dry
like the soul
in need of rekindling
The heart is dead
like the garden
that need pruning
The ears are deaf
like the fatigue
I've been ignoring
The eyes are blind
like the end
I've been seeing
The world is broken
like the vase
that I threw
The hands are toiling
like the people
I claim I once knew
The chains tighten
like the time
I had lost you
The sun is rising
like the future
we cannot view
In as much time
or years, days
—little moments of
bliss and hurt—
The desert is dry
like my art
in need of eyes seeing
In as much chance
or choice, stage
—little lights of
glory and ego—
My heart is dead
like my words
in need of ears hearing
In as much maze
or confusion, cages
—little bits of freedom
enjoyed and fleeting—
The world is broken
like my body
in need of love restoring