The blazing sun beating down,
snowing no mercy.

The hills of sand hot to the touch,
no end in sight.

The cacti surrounding, growing stronger,
fairing much better than I.

The life within me growing faint
as I lay here dying, baking within,

The water in my canteen long since gone.
much like the moisture in me.

The end is here, my days are done,
this desert has brought me
sweet relief.

A feeling so soft,
A feeling so strong,
A feeling so light,
A feeling so deep.

Inhale,
Exhale,
This, is no other,
Than a true tale,
Where the sun just won't leave,
But rather die,
To let the moon breathe.

Every step, everyday,
The moon would cry the day away,
Waiting for the moment,
The moment,
Where the sun would give his life,
Not by arrow, not by knife,
But by love,
Love for his moon,
Love for her life.

Inhale,
Exhale,
This, is no other,
Than a true tale,
Where the sun just won't leave,
But rather die,
To let the moon breathe.