The Desert In His Heart



Desert winds flow through his hair,
And the sun has burned his eyes blind,
So that they see only what he was taught to believe;
He does not know any other way to be…

But I shall teach him…

I will show him the beauty and truth,
That flows in the rivers here,
I shall teach him to listen to the winds,
And the ancient stories they love to whisper,
To those that have the ears to hear.

He speaks too loudly and proudly.
I shall hush his voice,
And teach him life is not about control,
But about freedom and wisdom,
About listening and learning,
About loving with your heart,
Not dissecting with your mind,
Questioning every word that is spoken…

I can tell you more with a single glance,
A small smile that is reflected in my eyes,
The touch of my fingers as they brush your hand,
Then you can as you sit and command me to listen,
To all you have to say…

Ah how deeply brown the desert sun has burned him,
How much passion blazes in his blood,
His eyes strain to see beyond the boundaries of his life,
But he does not need his eyes at all!

Ah, how I shall teach him to listen to his heart!
To hold and caress the dream that dwells there,
My dear friend,
If you want love,
You need only to love!

Let that desert wind,
Blow those dark thoughts from your mind!
Seek peace here in my arms,
I shall comfort you,
Care for you,
Teach you to understand the nature of women.

You cannot control the world,
Or what it thinks of you-
You cannot control me.

But I can let you love me,
And teach you how to see,
As one who is beloved,
As one whom I love…