A searing desert will bear no life
With the raging fires of each day
And the poisons of the moving night
Will maim all that dare to stay

The little life that takes hold is hard
Unforgiving to the passing eye
The treasures inside fiercely guarded
By designs meant to hurt, to ****, to die

Time will pass uneventfully,
As brave souls dare to cross
Meeting with mortality
Finding sadness, keeping loss

But as swiftly as the desert claims life
The heavy rains begin to fall
Softening the sun baked earth
And strengthening the haunting call

Those that have watched
Each life be taken
Will sit in silence
As the earth is shaken

A lone stranger appears
Stepping light, touch soft
He sings to the desert
That appears still, and aloft

He carries no troubles
And gives all that he has
For he wants no trouble
Only to pass

As the man sings on,
And things peer from their holes
The desert is teeming
With lost and found souls

The rain and the song
Have brought forth an end
To the pain and the suffering
And has started to mend

The desert once more
Forgives and forgets
Gives life and joy
And pays back its debts

A lone man
And a rainy day
Returns the happiness
To the cold and grey

I look at you, and I see a fire.
Something warm and fierce,
and it fills me with a sense of joy, and one of fear.
The soft glow is enticing,
drawing me in like a moth to flame.
As I feel the fire engulf me,
I am consumed;
Breathless,
Weightless,
In between different planes of existence.
I meet myself,
I lose myself,
then once more my two selves merge back into one.
I am lost in the sensation
of destruction and creation,
for I have glimpsed the edge of my own reality.
I know I have experienced something incredibly beautiful
but the price is a small piece
of the being I call me.
This is the burning;
the feeling I am left with after passion leaves me.
And the fire still smolders deep inside you,
always present,
always burning,
tempting me to trade a piece
of my very existence for a dance with fire.