...GIVE IT TO ME

...all that I ask
...is to recieve what I have given to thee

...all that is sought is the mirroring of all
...to reflect the self same image that you see of me

...all that I am left with is a handful of duste
...all that you dealt me were those seeds for the driest of yeares

...the horizon you drew was nearing, ever nearing withe each step that we took
...the further on that we journeyed - the more distante it seemed to become

...now to see you disappear into the sunsets of tyme
...on a journey of one...when your tongue told of two