The Desert

A beach without an ocean

is not a beach.

My life is a desert

without love,

and dry winds

bear no comfort or release

from the omnipresent sun.

The horizon offers nothing

and I walk aimlessly 

in whichever direction

knowing I'll always have

more than I can find.

Yet there is peace.

My heart moves like a dune

whereas the wind

and shifting tides will change

fates in seconds.

And one can survive pleasantly 

on morning dew

and a promise of rain.