Dessert

The haunting desire to find a solace that was once the very blood of my beating dreams comes no more.  The fields are barren, the sky darkened by rivers that have evaporated into a poisonous cloud. Soon it will rain, and I will grow a skin from its embrace that will better reflect the world I find myself in. No plea for rescue will leave my lips, for we are together in this wasteland. Alas I lack the means to properly build myself a shelter from the bones of my un-begotten progeny.  I cannot hear them call to me from the harsh winds. Unlike my kin I do not hear their cries with enough clarity to make my feet trust the terrain ahead. Too many caverns have crawled out before to risk further expeditions.  An itinerant besides the shifting dunes, here I find partial peace. From time to time I wake up in a cold sweat, my body weak, my mouth dry and my eyes burning. I fear I may have spent the night in tears.