In My Mind's Desert
by Michael Doyle

In my mind's eye, I see
The battling guns that are yet to be.
Cabin fever burns away the drudgery
That vanquishes every mystery.

To dispel the ghosts takes mourning,
Thorns and all, night must become morning.
Burnt into my gaze like a shared light
That comes to dissipate my longest night.

Swallowed like day takes the night,
All the love in the world didn't make it right.
And I remember the all of everything
That my life so far did not bring.

There is a sweet spot of immortal sin.
The time comes to begin again.
Thorns and all, someone has to pay,
Even if it takes closing the door this way.

A siren calls as I lean into the wind,
Too close to the sun, I have sinned.
Holding on to the distance between,
I wonder if I wlll ever know what it all means.

Swallowed like day takes the night,
All the love in the world didn't make it right.
And I remember the all of everything
That my life so far did not bring.

(c)June 29, 2026   Michael Doyle
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