Hers and Mine

Does the desert forgive her Circle of Light,
Who dries her withered soul,
And leaves her to drippingly dry?
Does the desert then weep?
That is what my soul seeks.
For if the desert could cry,
Then surely so could I.

Does the desert dream of Drops from Heaven,
Who could soak her drenched thirst,
And drown her with its pearls?
Does the desert then plead?
That is what my soul seeks.
For if the desert could forsake her pride,
Then surely so could my delight.

Does the desert love her Thorns of Jade,
Who sprung from her Beads of Love,
And forgives the Circle of Light,
Then dreams of Drops from Heaven?

That is what my soul seeks.
For it the desert’s spirit could survive,
Then mine too could stay alive.