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