My soul longs for the silence of the desert,
The quiet words of sand shifting slowly,
Dune into dune,
Completing the picture perfect –
Absence of man’s mind,
Stirring like a drone of bees,
Humped one upon the other,
Buzzing, flurrying, disturbing –
The human form, absent from itself
Until forever when comes peace.
The everlasting story beckons
High sound of silence, eternal choir
Pitched above the ears of earthly ways.
Man in conquest mode,
Striding across the endless glory
Designed by the Creator,
His heart intent upon black fortune.
Oil wells drill to empty her bowels
Till naught is left
But the desire to Be.