Upon this desert I
walk,
Where each man walks
alone,
Amidst the towering
waves,
Born of an endless
storm,
Within an ocean of
sand.
Each day I see your
face,
Behind the images
before me,
Striving for your
temple in heart,
And when sanity is
lost in darkness,
I am safe within your
hand.
May my offerings
honor your soul,
Though my pockets may
be bare,
My tears are incense
on your fire,
Where pain shines as
jewels of hope,
Giving birth to joy
to impart.
I cannot reach your
physical temple,
Lost in time where I
am out of place,
While joy’s tears
bring stars upon my face,
For as a son you
called me from the start,
From your love I will
never depart.
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