Leaving for pastures anew

Dusty and dry.

The soil is almost like sand now.

It had lost that sweet cinnamon, that earthen scent

And paled like corn husks left in the drought of summer.

The grains didn’t like sticking to each other now;

The love had seeped deeper into the ground,

Seeking refuge where it was moist and dark.

I let the earth run through my fingers,

A slightly ticklish sensation,

Falling down with the sound of a rattlesnake

Skimming over the desert under the

Gentle twinkle of starlight.

“Are you sure? Do you promise this will work?” I asked.

I had seen so many incredible things already,

But my mind still doubted, still questioned.

“Why don’t you go ahead and find out?”