Drizzles in the Desert

The desert moon is quietly hiding,
As it weeps with sadness and pain.
Soulfully staring at a lonely man,
Walking desolately along the street.

This night is all but the same,
From a yesterday heavy of suffering.
Unbearable, but has to be borne,
By that lonely man walking alone.

Darkness will be the same tonight.
Nothing new, even the cobbled paths.
For the heart will beat the same,
A rhythm of excruciating solitude.

Now and always, the man walks alone.
Feeling cold, feeling the drizzles
In his face, beneath his lashes,
Drizzles of sadness, of despair.

For in the desert he will be one.
No one to protect for every drizzle
That comes out from his eyes,
Coming from his heart, from his soul.

And, as he tread that cobbled path,
He will yearn but with despair
And the night will pass away again,
Leaving him under the drizzling cloud.