True friendships survive and grow in varied, changing and inhospitable conditions. |
Love in the Desert How like the sand is my relationship with you, Shifting with every Sarahan breeze. One day sure of foot on sandstone, my shoe Doesn't give way under buckling knees. But a new day comes and all of yesterday Is like a collapsed sand castle kicked and scattered By feet that care not if I find my way, For to them no thought of mine ever mattered. I climb the dune of our changing love, Taking pleasure in the heated ascent, But whirling dervishes loft the sand high above And away from the focus of my true intent. And I wonder how ever true love can grow In this desert where today there is a hill. Tomorrow comes and what is there to show? A flat plain alone and still. Will I ever find that solid ground The foundation of all true love imagined? Or is this only in fantasy to be found And only in dreams to be fashioned? Isn't most true love built on shifting sands, Having to adjust to changing scenes, And the winners the ones who take the demands And on this uncertain slope become strong and lean? The solid ground we seek is the strength we gain While we battle day by day in this barren land, Taking all experience, the joy and the pain, And from it learn the wisdom to stand. |