Barry A. Lanier (Georgia)

I'm walking out of the desert
For the dawn soon meets the dusk
My journey once only a ritual
Destiny, poor choices, riding wind on a gust
Meager spitituality and false pride
Yet now? Or not yet?
Exposed to nurturing sunlight
Two steps forward, then three back
Appearing to me in the darkness
They why of me, always losing the fight!
So I'm walking out of the desert
Contemplating a meaningful existence
To discover the who of who am I?
Progress only in the shear darkness
Shielded from all heavenly light
So I'm walking out of the desert
Cast aside if but for a moment's chime
Finally mounting my earthly tempest
Perhaps the first and finally last time
Let my pinnacle be my search, not earthly perch
Revealing to me a vision not Pharos, but myself
So I'm walking out of the desert