God, I Am Weary Poem by Eric Cockrell

tired...
and frustrated,
walking through
endless sands...
no path ahead,
and the wind removes
all traces behind.

god, i am weary...
this body is worn,
these eyes fade.
and the songs i sing
in the desert night,
haunt the distance with sadness.

Lover, where are you?
i've forgotten your face!
even the smell of your perfume,
fades in the darkness.

the trees are weeping,
even the moon sheds a tear.
as the small fire i built
fades down to embers!