The Desert

In early sunlight
she walks beside me
draped in gold
and classic blue,
an incomparable lady
aware of my solitude.

The air and sky gleam
as the desert thorn draws 
blood into the Earth´s
prehistoric seams.

Then as a lioness
on her haunches,
panting within the rocky
grandeur of broken canyons
and broken stones,

In her golden fields
of tarnished dust
and bitter stones,
she rises in the silence
with the sun,
to devour my fiery bones.

And the eagle rides
the saddled dunes
as the long wind
calls to the moon.