A Voice

With a voice that would bring the sweet moisture of rain 

To a barren dry desert land

And a mind that would allow me

To pull my body from underneath this thin layer of sand

There's nothing in sight, nothing for miles, just the horizon where the sky and ground meet

I move in no particular direction, feeling the smoldering sensation beneath my feet

Nothing pushing me on, but the burning passion in my head

For a life of stillness is what I dread

Can't stop now, I'm so close

and I stumble once more upon this stubborn arkose 

My vision starts to blur, you're all I can hear

I fall forward and everything disappears