Mojave (2008)
She waits for the sun to fall,
weeping as the night fast approaches,
although never to soon.
I look for the dust to settle,
but the wind blows forever,
and the dust is never still.
The engines burn miles away,
sounds but not sights,
because my eyes are fastened on hers.
The sky moves the heavens higher
while hell looms close below,
my feet on the heat of the eErth.
The blood of the sun
and the tears of her eyes
wash over me,
and when their stream carries me from Mohave,
I am forever alone.
weeping as the night fast approaches,
although never to soon.
I look for the dust to settle,
but the wind blows forever,
and the dust is never still.
The engines burn miles away,
sounds but not sights,
because my eyes are fastened on hers.
The sky moves the heavens higher
while hell looms close below,
my feet on the heat of the eErth.
The blood of the sun
and the tears of her eyes
wash over me,
and when their stream carries me from Mohave,
I am forever alone.
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