There once
was
       a
          boy
born of the desert.

And from the light as eyes opened
to
the
last breath
                  In
       memory,
There was nothing
                                                         ­                   nothing
                                      ­                         but sand.

Yet
     Somehow
                                 he hoped.
in what had never been  drempt of before.
and,
               Somehow
he still saw future.
                              
                                 Imagine.
                                    Skies.
             ­                       With a horizon...
Imagine
and believe.
For his heart had never existed before.


And he never stopped running.
This boy.