My feet are tired and dirty
My legs may not go another step,
until I see a glimpse in the distance
of the one for whom my heart beats.

Is it him?
Of course it is!
I can tell by the soft, deep eyes.
And just when those eyes meet with mine...

I hear a sound...

Just a fox off to my west
Planning to capture his prey.
And as I turn to the eyes again
I've found they've gone away!

Was it just a mirage once again?
Something I didn't really see?
I never seem to get close enough
He's always just out of reach.

I'm unable to go another step
and with the heat and blisters cope.
But I must see those eyes again
whose passion ignites my heart's hope.

I cry out loud in frustration
Why am I always alone!
Why is this road such a tease,
Will it ever lead me to my true home?

With that I hear a sound again,
this time to my east.
A bubbling brook in a shade of green
I leave the path and weep.

I'm sorry my love
I've left the path
for I must quench my thirst
and be clean from the dust
that binds to my feet
making my walk full of hurt.

As I ponder the depth of my foolishness
and open my tear filled eyes,
I see in the water's reflection
those deep eyes so pure and so wise.

I turn around but no he's not there
he's still in the water I see.
Then as I touch this living water
It floods me with infinite peace.

A spring is bubbling inside me
And I thirst for it more and more
So I drink to my soul's fill,
healing all of my sores.

I drink, I splash, I bathe
in this living water so clean.
I laugh, I cry, I dance
and he touches my heart so deep.

Back on the path I am free,
strengthened, refreshed and clean.
For my journey runs alongside the brook now
where he'll be with me until we meet.

Short Stories