The desert plain divided by
an asphalt band so thin and shy.
Where will it take me up today?
How will it turn or change my way?
It seems to be ahead of you
and always there when you pass through
The giant snake in velvet gray
is chasing down mysterious pray.
Not certain if it has an end
or if it leads to no man's land.
But if you stop and wait at best
a single moment. Take a rest
to close your eyes and free your mind.
In total silence you may find
that others also passed this place
a desert spot in perfect grace
were riding through the sandy dale
or left some footprints on the trail
You almost hear their hoof beats sound,
so vital seems the ancient ground.
The residue of sunny heat
Is flooding slow around your feet
and dessert flowers colorful
are calling birds and bees while dull
a lonely trav'lling tumbleweed
is crossing fast the empty street
to leave the desert trail, hold still
and start to run again, uphill.
The silent runner vanish as
he climbs the hill and when he pass
the highest point, to leave you here
among the lonely troubling fear
of loosing life, the world and all
the other things, that you may call
important in your struggled mind,
but facing nature you may find
that nothing can be equal to
the natures beauty and not you
or anyone can copy thee
so endless stunning sandy sea.