Sacrosanct in desert sands
Time has left the healing gone
Sharing vision bleeding grace
Beg forgiveness to move on.
The last and best with edge of green
Flirting on the border fraught
Between the trees and sand so lean
That shows the change we hope we’re taught.
The vision hypostatic there
We fly in dreams to reach that shore
We struggle holding disparate lore.
Sacred joys we see afar
Searching in the sandy storm
Winter deserts blowing hard
We dream of homes were hearts are warm.