Sleeping like the dust of sand,
In deserts without water.
Dreams accompany a silver hand.
Perchance prayeth the father.
Oasis, shores of camel toe,
Bewitched with weight of gold.
Her eyes befell it row by row,
No one to sympathize, no one to scold.
I’m locked in storms within my frame,
My silhouette not found.
A desert now I’m here to tame.
When tears fall to the ground.
And dust now emptied, round and round. I\'ll stall the wish, within its dish for solidarity that I’ve finally found.