Thirsty

Wander,
When the prairie cries itself to sleep under the scotching sun
When herds of goats lick the burning hills
Forgot their way home.

Praying for rain with withered hands,
Dreaming of brilliant flashes of lightning slice the sky.
Wander,
When the last goat gives up its stand and turns back to dust.
Parch the dry tears racing down on the weary face.
The blue sky, still blue, forever blue
Wander,
Drop a song,
Silence.
Drop a yell,
Silence..
Drop down on his knees,
Silence...
Complete Silence,

Black, then gray, 
The sky roars, breaks into million teardrops.
Rain!
Rain!
Rain!
But dry and thirsty still is the goat keeper's eyes.


LilCookieJar ~ Bao Nguyen