The Captivity

the voices are silenced

by the stone deaf ears of those who will not listen

but the prophets will speak again

when the time is appropriate

 

far across the desert

behold the promised land

where we were cast out into captivity

 

far across the desert

behold the promised land

where we will return some day to fulfill a prophesy

 

exile is but a term for the state of the heart

where we stand isolated one alone together

while the gentle fingers of the cool evening wind

graces the desert of our spirits before we move on

 

in the twilight i kneel in the sand

and watch the rose as it slowly closes in the sunset,

the tears of its dew touches the hand that cups the bud gently

while my thoughts wander the desolation of a soul

in search of a language to explain this unwanted destiny

 

we have walked far and the bundles of our enjoined lives

wearies us with the burden of their awareness,

we have walked far, my friend, and from parched lips

we voice the lamentations that are echoed by the wilderness

 

once a rock was struck and the water of faith poured forth

but tonight we are offered only the sand of our own words

while we rest under the stars that illuminate

more resignation than they offer comfort

 

tomorrow we shall journey onward under a hot sun

that mocks our breath while the sand sucks our weary legs

deeper into the bitterness of those forgotten by history

 

the bitterness of the banishment

of our own oblivion