Desert Journey

 Land captains-sailing through the sand 

Below the dry and guilty sky

Too far, from the peace of shores 

Of mellow mirages of tear.

Nowhere

Nowhere, where to stop their boats

Their boats, too tired and too slow 

Begin to wither into sand 

Melting slow into the flow 

Of the wind that blows the dunes. 

From camp to camp 

Of burning tents 

Fed on the flames of orphan deaths

From thought to thought 

From fear to fear 

Until the dunes at last erode 

Into the tired, flat and slow

Empty desert sand.