We walk in her hand
kissed yellow from the sun
wrinkled from all these years
she still carries the memory of the ocean-
At night we sleep in peace
in her waving skin
A hotel with million of stars
And there’s nothing to say
just look
And there’s nothing to think
just feel
Tomorrow we will see the big waking up
and I bet we will feel different by then
I bet she will use her mothers touch, remove the
sandbags beneath our eyes,
chase the trail of nightmares off the site
just before something comes to bite-
These open spaces are tricky sometimes
Ask the
longlost hikers
They seem to be so close
But Sahara runs secrets across her pretty mind,
just to absorb
to feed the trees
to grow shade from the burning skies
© by F. E. RO 2019