Bereft A Cruel Mirage
I found my Christ in the desert
Rivers run dry now parched forever
A cruel mirage on the horizon
I take my place with the dying
Unfaithful eyes your truth is failing me
Remnants of time so unforgiving
Unwanted being now adrift forever
In oceans of sand that fill our lungs
Carve it out with your tongue
Let your words enrapture me
The dying want to live
In a boundless world of fantasy
The truly righteous die alone
Without a soul to give
I want to be a ring around Jupiter
And grace the heavens black
But I rest in golden silence
That whispers of despair