Offerings of lifeless desert
Scraping a brittle, fragile parchment
A pen that thirsts for renewal, thirsts for ink
Under a thief disguised as a sun god
Clothed in garments of wind and sand
Covered with past promise – flowing words;
Before written, before heard
Who will hear their cry? The Words —
From where will the oasis come?
A dream longs for life water; pearls
from a sea left for dead
Shall the firebird come – Unaccompanied?
Let us pray ….