Winds cool us Over miles travelled Dust never settles On scorched earth Eyes change As the face shifts Alone in time As thoughts drift Anyone is a stranger On the desert plain Except for the devil Who hides within Rising in dust Distant to fame Spiraling closer Knowing your name It speaks up You close your eyes Raise speculation Then look to the sky Silence.. Holds the ground A moment so precious You are waiting to be found
A collection by Patrick Smith