So Brief, Yet I Know Nothing More

Is it a kindness then to show
why it has been I've never seen
the desert summon summer rain,
a beacon through an empty night,
a promise made, life could retain
the Light?

So vast and vicious, incomplete,
that wisdom deems it should not seem:
a cosmos in these star-struck eyes,
the pulse a knife would not expire,
the breath we found between our sigh's
Desire.

So brief, yet I know nothing more,
but should our paths be torn apart,
thoughts would impell me to replay
the memory of what you've been.
Would you condemn me 'Turn away'
a Dream?