{"sf1_id":524128,"sf2_id":"Rno0JkD1","title":"Of Deserts and Skies","author":"Ephemeral_Dreams","words":912,"posted_at":"2013-04-08T23:57:00.000Z","tags":["Inspirational or sad depends on you","M/solo","Metaphors out the bum","No-Yiff","Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/524128-of-deserts-and-skies","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Rno0JkD1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/cc/82/cc8230e5-aca4-4aec-8180-d98bb131bdef","description":"","content":"\u0026nbsp;\n\n**Of deserts and skies**\n\n**By Ephemeral\\_Dreams**\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA man walks in the shadows, the warm sand scorching his feet.\n\nA lost soul in the meadows, the heat not even touching his heart.\n\nEver since his childhood, that is all he has known.\n\nNever once into adulthood, has he ever shown.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA side of his cheek, an inch of his face.\n\nHis resolve so meek, a cinched piece of fate.\n\nHe has walked, despite the holes and quicksand in his way.\n\nHe was stalked, respite just a thousand miles away.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYet the distance never decreases, nor does he bother to check anymore.\n\nThe resistance grows weaker, not that he cares that much anymore.\n\nHe did meet a few wanderers, those on a different path, towards the sun.\n\nHe did greet a few warmongers, these on a concurrent path, away, on the run.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHis path is unique, none so congruent.\n\nHe has searched but found none, nothing to fit his piece.\n\nA bath looks so bleak, relief so truant.\n\nHe has hoped for naught but one, something to fill the crease.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nNot so long ago, his gaze was high, to the skies.\n\nIn the days of carefree wishes, joyous leaps into the air.\n\nNot so long ago, his feet lost their right, to the sands.\n\nInto the lays of the witches, a room empty but a chair.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThere he sat, questioned by the darkness that surrounded him.\n\nAnd to them he spat, his soul not so easily extinguished.\n\nHe knew not why, he knew not how he fell to where he was.\n\nHe knew nigh, he threw a vow to tell of the abyss.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nUnknown days of darkness and parched throats passed, before he made his escape.\n\nUnknown was his struggle, even his existence that he kept so secret.\n\nHe wanted all to see, to cure the seed that grows in men.\n\nHe wished to stand tall and see, the world about him, earth and sky.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAfter ignored cries, thrown rocks and more pits of bottomless pain.\n\nAfter the bile that rose , mocking shouts and more scars than droplets in the rain.\n\nHis pace slowed, his heart grew colder than the very darkness he despised.\n\nHis race lost, his mirth that he knew gone, his face sterner than a statue he sought to break.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe heard an echo from far yonder, distance unknown.\n\nHe wanted to look up, more than anything, to see the source and the sky.\n\nBut alas, even when the sands became bright, it was only a gap among thunderclouds.\n\nA part of him held, though, just as he clung onto life so miserable.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe voice kept calling, a day, a week, month, a year.\n\nNigh three years and probably some, he had long lost sense of time.\n\nEchoes stronger or weaker, his heart determined regardless of the distance.\n\nBut walk he did, for the faintest hope was still lit.\n\nThe candle long forgotten, on the altar of dreams.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nEven as he nears the source, of the hopeful echoes and whispers of things to come.\n\nHe sees naught but the sand, thunderclouds that chase him as his nightmares did.\n\nYet it was his hope, that at the end of it all, he wouldn't be a fool.\n\nHe wished to help, only thing he did.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe hope that one day he would fall into a pair of arms.\n\nThe hope that his heart would finally share its burden.\n\nThe dream that he will wake up next to his beloved, one and only.\n\nThe screams of his nightmares will be silenced, by his one and only.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThat though the recovery will be arduous, the wounds would close.\n\nNo matter the time it took, it will be marvelous, the end product of it all.\n\nA sculpture of untold beauty and terror.\n\nA scripture to last through the ages, of pain and pleasure.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTo become a chick that would sprout wings one day,\n\nGilded by fire and rain, guided by his sorrows and pain.\n\nThat he would one day meet that soul, that would embrace him in the storm.\n\nThat one person that would take him and teach him to fly.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nInto the skies he so feared to gaze, to the source of the storm.\n\nTo rise above it all, see the sun, the source of all light.\n\nFeel the warmth with his bare skin, see the truth of it all.\n\nThe truth of thunderstorms and sunny skies.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThat the sky changes, unlike the immutable earth.\n\nThat it gives light and rain, without regret or mirth.\n\nThat it is up to him to fly, and soar above it all.\n\nWith his one and only, one who gave him his all.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThere the two will sing, in harmonious peace. Of rain and thunder.\n\nThere the duo will fly, until their wings are no more. Their joints asunder.\n\nThere the pair will climb, until there is no more. But to embrace one another.\n\nThen the two will fall, in unbreakable embrace. Until their cries become thunder.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA...shoutout of sorts to [Blackfanged\\_Leopard](https://blackfanged-leopard.sofurry.com/ \"Blackfanged\\_Leopard\"), my best friend in all of Mordor.\n\nAnd a compilation of..recent feelings per se. have been...a storm, heh.\n\nAgain, thank you readers, for reading my sporadic-but-hopefully-great poems.\n\nConstructive criticisms are welcome, cookies may be involved.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAs usual, the work is Copyrighted to Ephemeral\\_Dreams. please do not vend/distribute without express permission.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}