They say the winds of the desert
Dry the aches of your heart.
The fine sands creep into the tapestry
Of the soul and make you desire
I pretend to reach the fevered ecstasy
In the endless mirages of the desert
And imagine your hand reaching out to me
But the clouds that appear and disappear
Tell me how gossamer and fragile my fantasies are.
The desert, it teaches me charity
I try to take from it, the gift of giving
Its endurance and its mystery,
And just like the sifting sands of the dunes
My doubts and desires along with
My aches, find another level~ and
I hope that the winds of the desert
will dry all my aches once for all.