Desert Storm

Desert Storm

My heart, listen,

listen to the voices of the desert  storm;

listen to me when you hear

nothing but the voice of discord and noise all around

You will hear then

the voice of our soul speaking to you.

It will have something to say.

Restless and anguished,

when you search the hours of sleep

and the heart is tired,

I bring you the message of the mountain breeze:

and when I do, I want you to listen.

When you sink in sadness

and know not from which dark forest the pain comes,

in that dark hour of night I am there

like the bright ray

of the light of dawn 

to your sky

with the blossoms of the new season.

Where the flame of the desert sears the sky

and the little bird thirsts 

for a drop of water

I bring rains

to the barren plains.

When the life is humbled 

by the hot desert storms

and a day comes when

the whole cosmos seems to burn

remember on that day that I will surely come

as the flower of that night..