There’s something
to teach in the desert- holy words,
not simple words.
‘Tis about some thirst.
‘Tis about one huge desert,
which is always peopled by
a lot of walkers,
those moribund walkers with small, leaden eyes,
eyes like lost objects
and really not useful
at night.
At night,
many, tiny, miscellaneous stars start to shine
in that unique, leaden sky,
but even so,
it is hard to see around.
Those ancient stars become golden leaders
for those losers walking
and singing heavy songs,
but searching for new pools –
wherever they are elsewhere.
The teacher said, and he said once,
‘I’ll turn the desert into a pool of water.’
It is not only about the thirst.
Those dying people
still have a will, but maybe
they all will not lose
all their hope.
At least, they cannot die twice
and they think that they will lose everything
because
there is nothing left to save.
© 2017, Marieta Maglas
The BeZine 