Sealed Poem by Stevie Taite

Within the seal, a captured mirage
I am excused to miss you

Within this sealed tomb, shy from light
I am sure it is safe to love you

In the interim I lay feigned trust in the seal
Nay you seep out like sand through fingers

A breeze sees you reach every waking hour
Dusting my heart with brown sugar 

The desert in some sense a serene landscape
But thirst and searing heat sharpens the opposing blade

I walk in the desert day after day
Until I can once again set you free from your tomb.