Desert Stone and Cactus Spinethe stones of this desert are made of wordsand every spine on any cactusis a painful pointbegging to be driven deep by a tense silenceThere was a desert where the sun stayed highEver blue as a heartbreak was that forever skyAbove the dust-devil washes where I ran as a childAmong the ripples of sand dunes that stretched out for milesI wandered alone and learned to be wildBack in those days, the stones used to flyAnd dodging and ducking, to throw back I'd tryBut their rain was so heavy, and it hurt when they hit!So I'd run to my sand dunes, and I'd curse stones a bitAnd I'd swear on my soul to someday make those stones quitI stayed in my desert and swallowed my tearsWhen I was pelted with stones by the ones that I feared'Till I discovered the cactus and the points I could makeWith the cactus I found the stones easy to takeSo as a child I used cactus for my own shildish sakeNow I'm older, I'm prone to denyThose bright empty days 'neath that heartbroken skyI don't want
The KeepThe Tower has grown dark and coldfull of little many-legged thingsForever dancing on the slimy floorThe Keep of my heartWhen the walls began,Oh! I fashioned them with small child's handsSo time drifted, and as I grewIt was no surprise that the walls did tooAnd I fooled the little dancer that came to playWith my child's heart in those dreary daysI'd grit my teeth and stay aloneMy castle's Keep, my heart of Stone.Four courses high, I wasn't even twentyBut I'd mined so much stone I knew there was plentyI'd just barely started, Ten courses high!I smiled at the world and turned twenty-fiveI was trapping the dancers that came to playWith my stoney heart in those dreary daysI loved the pain, it made my life realLove it? My God! It was all I could feel!I turned around and turned thirty-sevenThe stone of my heart was almost to heavenSo I put it down, but my heart could not smileSo I sighed and I frowned and walked alone for a whileBut the weather was bad, and the trail g
Low and ColdThe glacier is silent and stillIt forms slowlyLayer upon layerThe hardest ice is down lowSome ancient snowfall (buried like a memory)Of a winter that did not endA spring that never cameThe droplets that collect below the hard iceCold tears of a million captured momentsDance forever away from the glacial gripA timid waltzThat ends with them huddled togetherUnder the heavy darknessUnwilling to venture beyond the frozen shelterThat seeks aways to reclaim themFrom droplet to puddle, from puddle to poolTo a great shadowy lakeWhere the dark water swims with hungry ghostsBorn of a stormy pastThe glacier is silent and stillBut beneath the black iceThe melting of the past forms an ebony lakeWhere something hunts in the darknessWay down low, and cold.