Salted Earth

I a begger covet
a match to strike
inside me a vision
of me that I like.

See how even
slight commands
this empty vessel
tries understand?

I was salted land,
in new dirt born,
I seek light a hope
for a dark adorns. 

In hourglass sand
wind doesn’t effect.
But lended time
helps give aspect.

A wicked venture
is not what I house.
Wicked forces turn
me into drought.

I want your eyes
until end of time
so as I grow old
I will not be blind.

A grief a famine
I try leave behind
in waiting arms
of Father Time.

As I go forward
in agony I plead
to my idle maker
plant in me seed.

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