Desert

 We have travelled what two years for now,

You a dark horse grazing by the boughs

And me a forlorn princess fallen

Into the nets of desire, softened

By the glow of music and mead

And your sweet words and cute deeds,

We have now arrived at a huge expanse

Of domes of sand scorching and parched

And I water the arid soil with my wishes

And upon a star I lay all the hinges

Of all that I truly deeply want

And it's so shrivelled without doubt

And then on a smooth buttery day

Sprout five leaves as the winds sway

And in about twenty years

There are shades of the tree I nursed

And you still the affable dark horse

Graze by my cool green boughs

And the desert I once thought was home

Is now a garden where I sell tomes.