Heart of the Desert
A wind blows by, carrying a burden of myths,
In the heavens above, a star falls into the abyss.
Walking along the dunes of history,
Unfolding a crumpled image of a temple in ruins.
Far into the distance, the sun erodes,
Leaving a mysterious night to wrap my soul.
Frozen dreams melt in the sultry day,
Genies of the dark come out to play.
When on high land, the sands dance,
A sandstorm swirls, standing proud and grand.
Travelling into a realm of legends,
It was in the heart of the desert where angels slept.
In the middle of the night, a song echoes,
A serenade of past troubles and woes.
Here on high land, the moon shines,
A sandstorm swirls throughout the night.
Shooting stars dart across the sky,
In the heart of the desert, they fall and die.
As the heavens rise, the wind seems eternal,
Carrying a burden of legends far into the distance.
