Eons of the desert

Galloping in case the weather hits

I see the shadow in the back

The eons are as strong as they can get

And I see me pulling the thread

Songs don’t help the frail

Me going in the past on the trail of scent

The laughters and sighs being a part of it

The calling of the shadow is growing its discourse

The weather hits and I gallop more

The shadow in the back and the eons have become long last friends

I see the shadow walking in the back

And the sun is high above my head

Dancing with me they go along their discourse

I seem to be pushing them back

The eons are as strong as they can get

And I see me pulling the thread