It’s getting dark 
and my eyes are weary 
of searching the shadows 
for a speck of light. 
I know 
deep down in my heart 
that the speck of light 
is there 
somewhere,
just out of sight.  

But my eyelids weigh heavy now 
in the dryness of this desert, 
sandpaper-y 
and 
in need of care. 
They have been working hard – 
overtime, 
one might say, 
trying to discover 
that tiny speck 
that might lead the way. 

And now they know,
a fool’s errand, 
and now they feel
this death slamming them shut, 
snuffing out that speck. 

Finally, 
some time to rest.