Lawrence Was Here

For a long time it seemed like things had shifted
No more mountains crowded my imagination
And the river had long since vanished
Leaving a void desolation too terrible to contemplate
Only the scars of the past to remind me that I had lived
Like black jewels in the dust
Of a desert so far reaching and hopeless
I could hardly bear the sight of it~

But it seems an oasis can be actual or illusory
In the spirit of the seeker
I saw yours and knew I was saved, or doomed
And stayed my course in hope of something, anything
A little water, a little food
Perhaps a circle of shade to make my death easier
And in all my struggling, it seemed worthwhile
To follow the rising sun~