Sands blow through the corridors of my mind
It fogs up my thoughts
Grinds the feelings I may or have had.
I try to see clearly through the grit

But am burdened by conscience.
How do I help you be strong?
When I myself do not have the strength
How can I lend you my wisdom?
When I am so forlorn.

I want to help you through what
Might be your last phase of life
How shall I attempt that?
While making no mention of death.

Deserts vast and strong stand
The test of time
My love for who you are
Blows fearlessly in the face of the wind.