Just Walk Poem by RIC BASTASA

just walk the lonely road
nothing happens anyway
except
the moving distance
the mirage

what life seems to be
is a running river

at the middle of this desert
we all dream of water

there is none but we dream anyway
somehow
there will be water inside those deepest
recesses of our mind

somewhere there will be an oasis
some palm trees
sweet dates and strong wine
and hot tea and smoke

and when darkness comes
i am sure there will be this moon
for all of us

there will be music within our hearts
some stories to tell
to lessen the sadness
to quell this madness
to fill this emptiness

the black birds perching on the trees
shall listen but they will not be sleeping

let us not die yet
the vultures are not that hungry

to false hopes we shall anchor
the weariness of our hardened souls

it does not matter
for in this lonely road we are only told
to walk and then we move on and on