I wanted so much at that moment to let it end,
with the scorching burning sun above my head
and hoping from the sky it soon would descend.
My emotions had settled in and made a home,
then suddenly I saw a broken down building
knowing its roof would give me shade from a rounded dome.
Sand surrounded the place with deserted miles,
my belly fought the hunger pains and my lips
tasted the salt from the sweat without a smile.
No strength left to search for some water to drink,
but the way the eroded haunting place showed it’s age
I was so certain everything was dead as I smelled the stink.
Pretty soon my thoughts became a deep dream,
as my eyes closed from exhaustion and lack of sleep
after walking for a thousand miles, or maybe it just seemed.
The day turned to night as I could sensed the change,
my rapid eye movement felt the difference taking place
while the cooling breeze let my skin know it was out of range.
Inside of me I somehow knew that I had already died,
my skin was so dry, the hair on my head smelled burnt,
but my spirit floated about the place and revived me when it cried.
Morning came and slowly awoke my soul from death,
as a plastic bag had been blown in with the wind
and was sweating water above my head until the sun left.
I placed the plastic bag in my pocket and begun to walk,
this time I waited for the sun to change positions
while the evening wind gave me time to call God to talk.
At first I thought I was going crazy talking to the wind that blew,
but my brain was awake as it guided my lips to speak
and by the time I crossed the desert the Lord already knew.
A cowboy that had wandered too far from civilization in no man’s land makes it across the desert. His dead horse does not survived, but as they nourish him back to health he sits around a campfire and tells his story.