Monday, April 5, 2010


i've always loved the desert
the way that everything's eerie
barely clinging to life
such a desperate sort of beauty

one day
when the sunset drips down the horizon
the orange and red bleed into a soft purple
i'll be there
a hot breeze across my cheek
beginning to wear on me
weathering me
like everything else around me

what sings at night there?
night time is when everything comes alive
surely there aren't lullabies like there are here
no, an entirely different song is sung
to an entirely different world

and i, a stranger
will listen and watch
until i meld into it

never to return