windblown well

walking along
the feverish sands
of a windblown desert,
tired eyes clouded
by endless mirages
that never leave nor stay,
my throat parched
and scraped
by the thorns I eat
to keep going,
all for that one drop
of moisture
to seep into this well,
to keep it alive,

and then a teardrop
fell silently
trickling into this heart,
that always has place
for a little more.....
a little more pain,
a little more love,
windblown.