...longing grasps the last gasps breathed.
Everyone turns their heads in jarring surprise,
because hunger loudly tumbles,
breaking the silence...
...breaking the dawn!
Those who wake wish they could sleep a thousand slumbers,
because they are suffocated by this aching thunder...
Lightning strikes and splits trees...
...yet dawn is still breaking.
...wanderers are still waking.
...bellies are still aching.
Stomachs rumble like thunder because of hunger...
What about thirst?
Parched, gaunt souls crawl to the nearest mirage,
hoping to fill their thirsting hunger...
Eyes blinded by dust...
Mouths full of sand...
Consciences gnaw...
Teeth covered in dirt...
Backs doubled over...
Faces crushed in sun-kissed earth...
Stomachs rumble like thunder because of hunger...
Castles feel like a wilderness.
Mirages feel like home.
Home feels like a desert.
To the thirsty soul every bitter thing looks sweet!
Wanderers look like princes.
Princes look like thieves.
Thieves seem invisible and hold wit that deceives.
To the hungry soul, every bitter thing is sweet!