So many winding and meandering paths
Lost on the warm sands of the desert
Chasing mirages
Where did I turn in the wrong direction?
Is there even such a thing?
(a wrong direction in a desert)
Rivers flow
Clocks tick
Sand blows
People huddle in the space
Between the disconcerting night
And the break of dawn
We pray for someday to arrive in Her yellow splendor
To wash away the anguish of the years
The dust of travel
From between our toes
Until then
We live with the debilitating ache of soul vertigo
Quelled by the touch of friends
With loves’ silent smile
Knowing She will come in her tangerine beauty
To warm cold bodies
In the east Her eyes will shine over the horizon
Slicing the darkness like a knife
Wielding her glory
To breathe life anew into deaths dark night
Mortals born once more to journey onward
In Her radiance
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