We walked the hot steamy sand
a desert with only one way out
you seeking a destiny never discussed
not knowing if there is hope that
will unfold yet we stroll and
continue to fuss.
Blistered by the suns heat
empty dreams of life seems
unfulfilled and incomplete
a transcendental tranquility
beyond reach, we continue to seek
Somewhere out here on the desert
a transition between Thanksgiving
and Halloween on the night of the
clear full moon there is no shore no
hidden door of water to pour
You consider the possibilities that
you should alter your turn for this
destiny you yearn but my course
does not require water I simply
thirst for life so sweet and eternal
peace. In a quiet retreat
A promise of vineyards of heaven
we have not yet seen
but we continue to walk on desolate
shores of sand as we daydream
I know I need more so we stroll and
pray for the entry of the right door
Yvonne Coleman-Burney
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