Sand sifts through my hand,
On this fiery earth, in this sun-baked land,
The burning orb sets behind a dune,
And comes a moon, silver and grand.
Stars reflect this lonely place,
And shine their magic upon my face,
Who would think this waterless world,
Would, at night, turn to a fairyland of cactus lace?
Where everything turns bluish, and the silence deep,
Where you�re sweetly cradled fast asleep,
Where there�s no worry of the daytime heat.
A memory I�d always like to keep.