Consequences

Her kisses, that once melted my soul
Have now become, just lips
Strange, how a chasm can grow between two hearts thought inseparable
And paradise fade like thin wisps of smoke
Now, though I walk in the land of silken honey
Though my rod find haven in welcome valleys
I find only dry, clinging webs
Woven in lonely hope that my juices would replenish them
But, haunted by memories of oasis
I know them only endless mirages that would only suck me dry
So I wander in this wasteland
Husbanding my canteen of moisture
Assuring my continuance, but there is no comfort
The sands of time seep underneath my existence, excoriating my future
My soul cries constantly
Where shall I find well for my being
Nirvana...has its consequences