Valley in the Canyons
The river has run dry
No fruit upon the vine
Creatures abounding in the heat,
caves and valleys discreet
Nothing left to do
Raindance if you choose
Hide in the shadows
Dreams of oceans blue
Sweat is all that is left to lose
Vast sunshine
Red heat
Lonely cold winter blues
Reality interfused
Footprints
Of desert dwellers
Soon windswept existence
Broken into crystalline particles
Only fossils will remain
The result of rainless days
Ash returning to dust
In the ghostly wind
Of ancient graveyard floodplains
Burning is all we know
Of these dry wrought days
