A Cruel Mirage - Bereft

I found my Christ in the desert

Rivers run dry now parched forever

A cruel mirage on the horizon

I take my place with the dying

Unfaithful eyes your truth is failing me

Remnants of time so unforgiving

Unwanted being now adrift forever

In oceans of sand that fill our lungs

Carve it out with your tongue

Let your words enrapture me

The dying want to live

In a boundless world of fantasy

The truly righteous die alone

Without a soul to give

I want to be a ring around Jupiter

And grace the heavens black

But I rest in golden silence

That whispers of despair