Golden dust of sahara covering sky
On its day job, hopeless earth
Making rounds and rounds of nothing
Storms of wrath..
Trying to scratch surface of dignity,
'Why don't you take me to her?'
You are on moon..
Far away from heaven
Far away from grey haven of mundane vigor
Darkish streets..
Breaking rules from Timor to Somalia
Bridging gap from here to eternity,
'Why don't you take me to her?'
I stare those eyes dark,
Hovering from star to star.
Through unbearable density of dusky ether
I know you see me.
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