By Kalee Britton (Broken/Desert/Voices)
I wandered alone looking through hazy eyes, in search of someone special. I'd seen him in my dreams the previous night. Although we had never met, His voice was strong and clear. He spoke not to me in this dream, but to his own reflection in the stream.
There was not much water in my personal delusion, for this man was alone in the desert, unaware that I was watching from afar.
The warmth of the sun's ray felt real and unbearable, my throat, also parched.
I wondered if this handsome man had not A clue that I was there, if I could touch his hand.
My fingers reached for his, I felt nothing. My eyes followed to meet his, and he stared right through me.
I began to wonder, was I broken or was he?
Then I awoke, hand over my heart, wishing I wasn't so alone.
I wandered alone looking through hazy eyes, in search of someone special. I'd seen him in my dreams the previous night. Although we had never met, His voice was strong and clear. He spoke not to me in this dream, but to his own reflection in the stream.
There was not much water in my personal delusion, for this man was alone in the desert, unaware that I was watching from afar.
The warmth of the sun's ray felt real and unbearable, my throat, also parched.
I wondered if this handsome man had not A clue that I was there, if I could touch his hand.
My fingers reached for his, I felt nothing. My eyes followed to meet his, and he stared right through me.
I began to wonder, was I broken or was he?
Then I awoke, hand over my heart, wishing I wasn't so alone.
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