Vast empty hot land of afar,
Your breath burns with fiery force.
I feel all your pebbles scattered around
Hurting my feet as I walk.

I’ve been marching for weeks at a time
In this endless cursed place,
Seeking a bit of a shade,
Forgiveness and peace
… but too late.

How strange! At night I think that I hear
The slow lament of the dunes.
Frightened I’m looking behind
To find but your silence and hills.

I’ve been travelling for three weeks today.
Not one little cloud did I see.
I can’t tell my North from my South,
I reckon I lost my sight and my way.
Have I gone too far?

It’s dark once again. I gaze at the stars,
I tremble and cry all alone.
The hunger and thirst eat me alive
As I helplessly witness my fall.

For a moment my vision is blured and confused,
I’m hearing the birds,
I’m touching green grass.
I’m running barred footed in woods
I’m playing summer’s last dance.

The poppies and martins are lost in the mist.
The leaves are gone at autumn’s grand ball.
I put on my woolen warm cape
And follow the revellers once more.

It’s morning.
The sun condemns me again.
Sunstroken and dead I wake to the dawn,
I have no more will, no more feet,
No more breath… at all.

As I’m thinking of giving it up,
Against all the odds,
Amongst small sharp rocks,
A dandelion… brings me back home.