A DESERT SAND STORM
A desert sand storm
Yet, not so
It’s a cat dying
With the sand in your eyes
With tears in your eyes
With a dying that billows
Sand all around you
And you lose your way
And you know now
He will never return
Where whence he came
Your quiet safe home
Circled by the brightest love
And the wind whips your face
And puts a weight on your shoulders
But it is nothing like the weight
And this stumbling blindly, burdened
Through the storm
Is an old cat’s journey to death.
He is mute but there is nothing to say
Really there isn’t
There is only keeping the tears from flooding
So you wave goodbye with fake good cheer
And the heart has become a heavy packsack
Filled with memories of gold as fine as
Sand , as beautiful as your Moroccan sandals
Now caked on the hard leather.
And it’s hard to breath in a sand storm
It’s hard to believe that perhaps indeed
The end has come.
And an old cat’s eyes do not open in a sand storm
Nor does his hair shine
And if you run to offer water
He will refuse, nor eat the morsels you’ve prepared
For destiny awaits him at a certain clock
Really, there is no time to lose.
So you watch him drag himself another step
And your waving fingers can hardly be seen.
For a moment his adored adoring eyes open
And softly instruct you
There is no following allowed
And… he disappears.