Post

There's a torch under the blanket,
A totem in the wild,
Where the dunes do part
And spares open a picket.

There on the post,
Tied with red ribbon,
A love with my name on it,
Singing in the wind.

The desert air beats it,
It's calling my name,
I need to preserve it
And take it away.

Far, far away
From this harsh and dry place.
I begin walking toward it,
The sand in my face

This scarlett wave,
In this ocean of sand,
A respite for the eyes,
The only color in the land.

So simple, I need it.
I reach out my hand.
Almost there, I can feel it,
As I sink in the sand.

The clouds start to lower,
The ground begins to move,
Is this what it's like
To be so in love?

As I touch the ribbon,
So silky and soft,
The sun gleaming on it,
From high and aloft.

I'm blinded, I'm dazed,
I'm gone from that place.
I look up and see,
The ribbon, fluttering away.