Dressed in the Dust

 
There is only dust in the distance 
And my breaths are getting slow
And soon I shall be a sand dune 
And no man will ever know

In this quiet land of barren life
To survive is a sacred sin
Here men come not to die free 
But to live long as a fabled djinn

In the golden ferns and flowers white
I watch the wind call out my name 
To her who counts the skeletons growing 
Our faces are all the same

And the sun here is an older thing
Who preaches no practice or path
His philosophy is walk and wither 
His love is same as his wrath

My steps are becoming mirages 
And I have one last oasis to reach
Where I shall hold my silence close
When the world has nothing left to teach