TRAVELLER IN THE DESERT

Walking through the desert...
Endless sands all around.
And no one to show me
The way to my destination.
Tired and thirsty for days,
I trudge on and on.

Skeletons around me mocking.
Buzzards wheeling over my head
Patiently awaiting my last breath.
For they know the fate of men:
Men who walk against all hope
And care not for the end.

Do I see a glimpse of water?
Is that an oasis a few paces off?
What is that glare which blinds me?
Will an emaciated soul find solace?
A thirsty soul seeking nectar:
But will the thirst be quenched?

The ray of hope urges me on.
But the glare just recedes...
Can I never reach the end?
Even the most hopeful loses hope.
Alas, its not the oasis I dreamt of,
But a mirage which ever deceives...

But I have found a companion now
To hold my hand and lead me,
To support me in the midst of nowhere.
I will hold your hand too...
I will share your grief and pain...
And lead you through the desert...

LAST WALK TOGETHER

The moon shines down
Through the withered leaves
That hold on to dried up branches
Awaiting their fall, for Eternity.

We walk down hand in hand
In this quaint light
With hearts heavy with memories.
Those sweet days haunt us.

Can’t the wheel be turned again?
Can’t time change its direction?
Can’t we take a walk again?
Can’t we leave this world forever?

The smell of dried leaves,
Withered flowers and shrunken buds
Fills the air with misery
And reminds us of the ruin.

Our hearts full of broken dreams
Enough for a hundred lifetimes.
Our hopes shattered by the wind
That wrecked our lives.

Is this the end we never wanted?
Is this the nightmare we never dreamed?
Is this the night we never expected?
Is this our last walk together?