Desert

It flows across the eyes:
Alone.
Dust orange and red flies across any soothing the sky might have done
To close ones eyes against the brightness, stark reality of desert
of being alone
Futile.
The distant mountains call and you trek on through this wasteland
Never knowing how long it must take never knowing
As each day rolls into another like that tumbleweed blown past
You begin to realize
Alone
Futile
Beautiful
For what else is there to appreciate but self?
Mirages cast your reflection on the cactus, the sand, the plain
Stark
Truth that is life that is existence
A fact that can never change until we die
Rejoice in the desert!
She is you.