Storm

My soul has become an endless desert
Unforgiving, hardened, and arid
But thoughts of you sometimes
Bring on a strom
And I come alive again.

And in the end I realize
As with all the poetry we have shared
We could only ever remain here -
Written in words
Sung in a melody
Sent to the moon.

There is no use in wishing for
A different past
But thoughts of you
Will always keep me company
In all of my futures.