Arid Conjuration

When the days are endless dreary, and the nights are long and dry,

And the shape of what you have is dark, unclear,

It’s there beyond the eye of mind and hiding, God knows why,

And never to be finished, that’s the fear

When you yearn to walk the path again, to blaze a brand new trail

But your feet upon the way are stuck and mired

When each moment is a torment, in despair that you will fail

And you want to walk the path but you’re so tired

Each second that is passing, it will never come again

And every word unwritten is  a crime

There’s lives that need their telling, in their triumph and their pain

Each moment’s silence spends their precious time

The doors seem to be closing, and the light is failing fast

And the pallid desert’s barren on the screen

But I’ll walk the path, I’ll walk it, till the desert I have passed

And all the things that could be, all have been.