Empire Of Sand

Every now and again, I have to write something down in order to release it. Otherwise, my mind tumbles endlessly in an unending circle. This is one of those moments.

I've been spending my weekends with my great love and it's been raining reletlessly. Yet for some reason I keep thinking about and dreaming of deserts. Before I reconnected with Mark, I had a brief affair with a man who I loved and loved well.

He ended it as fast as he started it and left me to wonder why. I learned a lot from this fleeing moment of affection. I learned to stand my ground and not settle for a partial heart.

I am so glad I did, because I now have the love of my life with me. Yet I've not been able to completely release my past. This poem I think will finally allow me to vanquish the angst I still feel. At least I hope it ends the dreams of desert scapes I've been having.

Mirage

Even sand is fertile.
Given enough water,
The desert will bloom.

I poured all of my love into you.
Dehydrated myself from the effort.
Blistered my soul in the heat of your self loathing.

My reward for the effort?

A carpet of amethyst.
Cyan and topaz coat silcone.
And for a brief moment,
A barren waste sparkles with the jewels
Of an indian summer.

It was glorious.
But like all desert blooms,
It was fleeting.

I should have known.
Your false words,
Your obsidian promises,
It was all illusion.

Your love was not the oasis,
It was purported to be.
It was all a trick of the mind.
An artfully crafted
Mirage.

You are as empty and barren,
As the lowest point,
On
This
Orb.

A valley where you left my love to die.

I'm not pouring anymore of my love,
Into the granulated glass void that is your soul.
I'm leaving you to rule Your desolate, dessacated, dry,
Empire.

Alone and bereft.
Just as you wished.
But not as I planned.

Alone.

With your scorpions, snakes and
Sand.