Still I've got a ways away to travel.
Dust at my feet as I step and step.
Numb and dull is my grip on reality as I am fixated on the horizon.
The sun is high and beating.
My eyes whisper "oasis" as I watch my path boil and shimmer.
Illusions.
Though I do ache, with nothingness behind me I can only progress.
Keep moving forward.
I can see what kind of heart I will need to reach the goal.
Panic and fright?
I have no time for you.
My shortest path is the hardest, but I must take it.
I must!
All the sooner I will see my love, and see her, and see her.
I lay down my life for you.
A descendent of dust, I am worth nothing more than what I've been given.
A breath of life passed from the first to walk this earth.
Given by the Giver, my breath I vow to our unity.
Other half, may we honor Him together for that which we have both been gifted with.
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