by Robert Dixon

Created on: April 16, 2008

Stand Ahead

I stand,
An old man
Before my time
With a heart
Yearning for hope
Like hard ground
Calls for rain.
I stand
Toward the west
As heavy skies build
Upon the horizon
With lightning streaks
Under the purple canopy.
Still, I stand.
I watch and listen
To thunder drums
Of rolling bass percussions,
Deep sullen booms
Of pending hope,
From a distance
In hushed rumbling echoes
Across the open sky.
Still, I stand and linger.
The hope swells
And billows like the wind,
Swift and sudden,
Blows heavy clouds,
Full, with the deep purple
Heavy drink.
For the Parched earth
And parched lips.
Yet, it's only a hope.
Unfulfilled in the wind's
Empty offering,
I stand
In bitter orange swirls
Of dusty grit.
Still, I stand
As the grit returns
Back to the hard ground
The hope of rain,
Like the promises
From an empty love,
Passes to someone,
But not to me.
Still, I stand.

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