Oasis

Lost in the wilderness. Oh the great wild. The snare of the dark. The wrath of the unknown. Those creatures that lurk behind the great big oaks. The moonless night. The stars that won’t shine. Where is this. Where am I. The glade up at that distance. Searching, hoping, desperate crawls. Oh this wild, this merciless wilderness. Of people of life of unfelt emotions untouched souls. Dispassionate passions and passionate lies, thirsts that cannot be quenched and the hunger that cannot be satiated for it doesn’t exist. That gentle brook that once was of sweetened waters and caressing soils of luminescent pebbles. That wooden bridge that ran across. That hand that dipped in and felt the tingle. The hand that pulled away and dried itself on the pants. Those toes of the leper that needed the healing waters of the stream. That wooden bridge that was washed away cause it rained no more. Those empty eyes and deafened ears. The cold numb heart with embers that won’t die. That racing pulse that feels no pain. Battered spirits that will not crumble. Cherished hearts that will never bloom. The secrets hidden under that sleeve. The brazen truths that can never be seen. Oh the snare of the wild, those creatures, those demons of the oaks. That magical brook all parched cause it rained too much. Two souls that were found at two separate ends. The distance across the universe. Trapped in the same wilderness, oh so dark. All that was needed was that little wooden bridge that was washed away cause it rained no more across the magical brook all parched cause it rained too much.