standing alone in the desert
you sleeping in the tent
wanting to hold your hand
you not here
not mind not spirit

you've not been all week
though I drove the whole way
listened to your music
followed your pace
drank away your cares
I dreamt you might join me here
but I'm wrong

many beautiful things here
alone in the desert
Just like I said
every minute the wind blows
something new, something colorful appears
like plankton floating over a dry seabed
a windsock brightens the horizon

you cannot care less
alseep in your despair
denial wrapped like pink carnival candyfloss
it cannot insulate me
awake in mine