Words In The Desert Poem by Dan Uriel

Tired student looking for flowers
I'm so gray in past and today
And I want to live too little more
It's spring, I'm weary brown
There are cheerful lovers on the roads
And while I struggle with the Buzzard
The road, the trees, the meadow - and all green

So I slowly bleed on the words
I don't ask for my weak heart
And I can't kiss her hand
I often tear my head over a lot of nothingness
And I adore her footsteps
And I love it as I loved it in the past
Hector loved Andromache like that
Andromaché's husband was strong-hearted

I would love to close it once
Scrap cover of worn books
And kiss with a fragrant evening
When she waits for me and the meadow hits
But oh, many strict masters take care of me
Only my desire can wander through you
While I live in deaf letters myself
Like a dizzy soul from Charon's bridge