There’s a shadow in the desert;
secrets under the sand and a moon
encouraging worship.
Winds from a distance,
unwanted and cold.
Creature side tracks scatter to
survive.
Everything that breathes must
be strong; life is the gold of
survival.
A forbidden land. Wide boundaries.
No fences. Safety is unknown.
Water escapes the lost. Crying
surrenders all hope. Silence prompts
fear.
At night deep, vengeance covers the
path of escape.
Roger Singer 