desert ed

I’m walking in a desert, I come across a pond.

I’ve stumbled through a few of these before, at the last one took my leave;My journeys longest way point as I watched the pond retreat;I know I didn’t wander far, but no map was given me;I can’t tell if I’m just thirsty, or if its destiny.

I’m walking in a desert, I come upon a mirror.

The mirror reflects nothing at all, only me;Who is it Dustin, who is it that you see?When all is disappearing what is left there to perceive?All the people wandering are grinning through their teeth.

I linger in the desert, standing face to face with you.

“Who is it Dustin, who is it that you see?”I’m looking through your eyes and you’re staring straight through me;Hello there—you read me? You’re the only one who speaks;I’m wondering about how we both wandered here to meet.

I sit there next to you, you ask me what’s to be.

“All those other people out there, why’d you talk to me?”I’m not sure but suddenly I taste the desert through my teeth;I can’t tell I’m just thirsty, or if its destiny.

I hold you in desert, I kiss you on the lips.

When you close your eyes to feel someone, what is left there to perceive?If my eyes were open then I’m almost certain that you’d leave;But with eyes wide shut some tyranny it robs me of my peace;Maybe now I’m rambling: the future plays the thief;It steals from us the moments that we’ve chosen to believe;That what’s to come is something worth rejecting what’s to be.