The desert,
Long and unending like a serpent

Peopled with circus troupes and Gypsies
I too am forgotten, without a name, a home

The wind sings your name,
The stars dance in the arms of the night

The moon is full of light and I of loneliness
Above the sky you wait in a sea of resting stars

The moon is your heart,
Comets your long stringy hair

The stars one by one depart on a train
Of shadows

And I imagine I am the ruler of the desert,
Stepping on a sand tower to embrace you

As if I was the tide rising to the moon