THE CHILD

A child in a desert
So far from you
So far from me
So lost
Cast adrift
Upon
A sea of sand

Grasping for reasons
Clutching at grains
That tumble away
So far away
They become an echo
An echo
Whispered to the now

The desert breeze
Speaks
Of a child
Lost within
The sands
Lost within time
As it trickles away

So far away
From me
So far away
From you
In a desert
The desert
Of our minds.