Far away, somewhere beyond reach,
desert winds scatter the sand,
covering the dunes in golden dust
that hides you in its boundlessness,
beneath the scorching sun
that kisses the sleeping earth.
Where the sun embraces the dunes
and the wind gently caresses my face,
I still call out to you in a silence
that only the desert understands.
Be the desert wind,
be the golden sand
rising between us,
between our gazes
that lost their way
in the endless sea of dunes.
Be the sky
that descends to kiss the earth,
be the breath of the wind
that brings me
the light of your eyes.
I still search for you
in every grain of sand,
in the whisper of the wind,
in footprints erased by the shifting drifts,
yet my heart never forgets.
Become the sand
that slips through my fingers,
that gently touches
my bare feet,
as though your hands
were finding me once again.
Be here,
if only as an invisible breath,
so I may feel your presence
as the wind descends along the golden slopes.
Be my oasis,
wash my face with morning dew,
quench the thirst of my soul,
and restore peace to my heart.
And if a desert storm
should hide us from the world once more,
let it not drive us apart.
For a love that has found its way
into two hearts
can never vanish into the sand.
It remains,
like a trace in the vastness of the desert,
like eternity
that not even the winds can carry away.
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