Grasping For Straws

you have many personalities inside your head face full of lead but I'm still not dead I need love I need you I I am no more than a blade of grass no more than a shell cast out of the sea no more than a bird in migrant flight nor am I less than a star whose light penetrates infinity yet last night When a half spent moon Lay on the bosom of heaven And day's heat pressed down The sides of mountain peaks To squeeze the desert floor, And all the world was weariness Which the stars wept to see, Boldly A desert songster Insolently free, joyously Lifted melody To the moon, and teasing a breeze Into cooling the night And drifting the yucca's perfume Bringing heart's ease to me