OK here goes

This is the first poem I had written when I came to BITS. I haven't given it a name yet. If anyone gets any ideas do tell.

I walk alone in the Desert- weary feet treading weary sand

I watch the sands of Time blowing in the desert wind

And I think of the time when the Desert wasn't between you and me

And I almost want you back

And I a tired of the blame game

the name game

the Game

(I was never good at games)

I remember the time

I wanted to fly

spread my wings across the wide empty Desert

But I'm flying now(can you hear my wings flutter?)

the Albatross flies above the ocean blues

I fly a stormy sky

I tire of this turbulence as I tire of the calm that is sure to follow

So

Cut off my wings so that I may not fly

Cut off my legs so I may not swim

Cut off my throat so I may not speak

Cut off my heart so It may not beat

Cut me up into my basic elements and

Assimilate me into your

Womb so that I may regrow in Death

And I'm crying(can you feel it?)

Does your heart quake every time my teardrops shake the earth?

And my tears they fall

on the dirt, my

Salty tears mix with the

Dirty earth to produce

Salty dirt

And i hope my tears shall evaporate

And travel high

to far distant lands

And fall on your cheeks so that

You may cry and

I shall feel your teardrops on my cheek

(let it rain in the interim)

And I wonder how many tears make the salty sea

I shall throw myself one day to

Caress the Sea and It shall

Caress me as you once did

And the salt shall cut me

Bleed me

And I hope my blood will flow

to distant shores

where you will one day

Feel my salty blood on your hands

And know that

I bled tears