Desert Juan Poem by Les Wordsmore

Deserted by sand and endlessness
Drinking dust
Desperate enough to believe
that mirage just may stay long enough to give way to oasis.
A puddle of holy water misplaced among heat,
Isolated in the vacuum of eternal dirt and despair.
Graced with a breath, a cooling sip of savior you drink
Your gratitude towards the graciousness of the Great Spirit,
for pardoning your thirsty plea.
Over the pass more sand lay ahead, on into fruitless horizon.
Barren mindscapes think but of survival.
Fear comes forth out of the light
Overflowing into darkness until it has encompassed all that may be
Fear of unearthing all that lay beneath.
Truth Lies Within.