Horizon doesn’t need a name Not out here, the sun slips Back again behind those mountains Why do I always talk of endings? She said, so petulantly with a Cold whisper like moths In the garden. The cactus have not Had rain out here for months the canyons Are still red as a beating heart; Those caves out there they have eyes And they hardly sleep in the day even Gravity has a name even those Cold dreams even the flower death Has a name the moon is up And the end is over, again Horizon doesn’t need a name out Here, the dawn has burst Two baby deer in the desert roam free Even the forgotten have a name Twenty hundred souls break then The surface shattered like a window The desert lies open and free I just try to climb mountains those near Mountains but never can I reach the tops The nerves run out splintered death becomes too real I slip down endlessly and frustrated