Wearily and weathered 

lungs filled with new

there's a days worth of sky 

hovering over you



no it's not the sand 

nor is it the dreams

that now blow across the acres 

as clothes loosen in their seems 



one by one - coming undone

we scurry to be one up on the sun



You landed here with fear

Gone north and put to rest

The cross around your neck is now

Buried in your chest



Sleep for the sake of the night 

And wake in the hope of finding a light



Throw your drunken hands

Across the scenery 

And your drunken thoughts on temporality 

Everything lay so still, almost dead

Except the blood-red sky over head



Sleep for the sake of the night

And wake in the hope, but fumble in light



Throw your sunken dreams 

At the scenery 

with your sunken hopes 

For longevity 

The country lay as still as the dead

Save the blood-red moon up ahead