Desert of Days

I wander through this desert of these days,
surrounded by others, things, small pleasures -
this landscape where I'm seen - and overlooked,
remains unconcerned with what lurks below the surface -
below the calm.

A storm rages inside me - yet I keep my peace -
control is an illusion one must master.

I wander through this desert of these days,
seeking, yet concealing my search - from me, from them, from you -
this struggle lies below the tide of thinking - in the sea of feeling -
unable to extinguish burning questions only time can answer -
I wander on.

A thirst builds inside me - growing ever greater -
waiting to be quenched by your kiss.