Holding without
Reaches the wanderer
Burnt in concealing sands
Desert heat breathed on to her

Her's is a violent life reduced
Within the dry mist of death
Behind sun cracked lips
Inside a tasteless breath

She seeks beyond the veil
For things she cannot see
On top the sifting dunes
A sickness running free

Iron chains dissolved
In the harsh time of sands
The thick links fell below
Free branded wrists hide the hands

Each foot stumbles slow
Hands drown in a barren ocean
Attached to nothing more
Than a dry eroded motion

Here you are
And here she lives
Locked freely in burning fragments
For a vision you couldn't give

Breathe

If we could breath once
I could hear their tongue
If I could see your voice
I could touch what you've sung

But the sounds are so stuck
In my sight cut sweet

I can accept bad luck
Love the hate of defeat

And the air of your eyes

It falls like blue rain
Until my wishes die
And my mind can’t complain

Only to fall up again

And now I’m poised
Under your stinging lids

Moist with noise
Dry with silence that lives

Inside our voice