lost in the desert
my birds have flown
on the last wall of ruin
i sit alone, so alone
there is a glimmer
down in sand
a lonely finger
from some lost hand
why so sad, little man?
why so sad?
life was a flower
i left her far away
now i have power
only to stay here
so alone
my little fellow
dreaming of home
let me touch you
then will you go
back to your little world
my serpent yellow
shining like gold
precious like metal
this gift you hold
and i will come to you again
now i lie bitten
as i look down
rising, rising
without sound
and i am not alone
© 1992 paula pryce