Flying Like the Wind     

Flies like the wind down the narrow path,
running along the riverbed that once offered life,
promises gone, carried away on the winds,
that turn dust devils and tumbleweeds in her path
even on this barren expanse of desert.

Cries to the sky to ask for guidance
looking for the one who guides her there,
soon answered by the howls off in a distance,
continuously moving as if on nothing but air
even on this barren expanse of desert.

Once promised the mountains but not anymore.
Once promised the rivers, but those are gone too.
Once promised the winds, the sky, the sun,
all are gone now, never to be found
even on this barren expanse of desert.

So she runs along the banks of the dry riverbed,
still searching for that balance that used to be there,
and always keeping an ear out for that one sound,
the howling she heard but can never be found
even on this barren expanse of desert.

Nothing but darkness covers the soul.
Nothing but emptiness fills the heart.
Nothing but forgotten promises fly on the wind.
Nothing but sorrow abounds anymore
even on this barren expanse of desert.

To think of time passed, of all those known,
to flee this heartbreak, flying like the winds,
only in dreams take her away from all this
as she continues deep into the night
even on this barren expanse of desert.

Tireless as the night continues under the moonlight
ever moving, looking for that one she needs,
hair flying behind her as it's whipped by the winds
always looking for that comfort, that peace, that harmony
even on this barren expanse of desert.

All flies on the wind, the memories, the feelings,
all encompassing as she tries to escape
but the running is not fast enough now, will never be
to leave all this behind, far behind, deep in memory
even on this barren expanse of desert.

Here only tranquility is offered to some,
including her spirit guide who seems to elude her here.
But still she searches, can never stop
for if she does she will be no more
even on this barren expanse of desert.

Now on a quiet night with the winds softly blowing,
if one is pensive, listening to all that lives in this place,
still the running footsteps can be heard faintly
flying like the wind across the ground along the riverbed
even on this barren expanse of desert.