Asking for directions in this desolate desert
She called on a favor to help her to her descent.
Staring blankly at the Chevy's captain,
He waves her in with a cool warm smile....


"What is your destination, Love?
Are you looking for God?
A reason?
My reason?"

The driver reaches out to grasp her arm
She stands out breathing deep.
Her chest hard as an anvil.
Her breath shallow as atmospheres

"My destination is to where the sun makes cowards of non believers.
Believers into the forgiven.
The forgiven into Angels.
From there I can learn the past and what roads my dreams have traveled on."


Staring at her rising chest the captain sighs deep.
His lips lick with hormonal energy.
He begins to swell.

She has a gun.
She has some fun.
A ride through the desert takes her to destinations
Where no man may return.....
And its there We were made believers of fate.

Over and out.