First light broke in the weary hours
and it\'s here I stay until high noon,
Remain sedated in the sober sun
on the desert highway heading West.
A hitchhiker of the road;
approached me and she spoke
\"Where are You going?\"
\"Heading West\" I told her
she leveled her hand;
\"Eat me\" she said.
Her shadow radiated with immortal energy
an ancient pilgrim,
a daughter from a greater distant world.
We ran in the rich red mountains
under the Neapolitan skyline;
many moons were in the sky.
With a rushing wind she slipped the grip of her dress
running in the sandy dunes; our bodies danced
on the bank of this rich oasis.
Under the hot sunset
in the barren land
we road the way
of infinite ecstasy.