Desert Walkers

African lullabies beating soft wings in the desert air.

The desert stirs itself to awaken

the hibernating spark held at its core,

insulated in petals of love,

leaning inward thru iron saplings.

Out of the night into the hunt

the battle of the self rages.

Brothers and sisters unite,

while fear marries its father.

The desert walkers walk on,

no end in sight.

The eagle guides those who will follow.

Flower blossom scent stimulates senses unseen.         

Underneath the earth’s crust lies the seed of truth.

Impregnated with potential,

wind awaiting the sails.

Carry us desert wind, our feet are sore.

Carry us desert wind, our pain no more.