Long grains of sunlight stream and weave
From the wide, impossibly pale sky above
I find myself thirsty for more
Than the sour, thriving kiss of the canteen
I am lost in a desert vision
Without warning, the sun shimmers
Languidly casting scarlet and gold bands
The incognito stars now unfold
And incubate us in their aged light
The day goes without saying, it's hot
Sapping our ambitions, thus we lay in lethargy
The same thistle once a sore sight of beauty
Now barbs itself in my flesh
And my dreams are reduced to desert visions