Under the Southern stars
where the moonless sky meets the desert
The fireflies dance for us
Infectious, we begin to stand up
by the warmth of the fire, we move
Dancing freely with the fireflies
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Under the Southern stars
where the moonless sky meets the desert
The fireflies dance for us
Infectious, we begin to stand up
by the warmth of the fire, we move
Dancing freely with the fireflies
Alone in the desert. In the darkness, I knew you had passed.
Whispers of what was never said and echoes of what could have been.
When you died, I felt terrible sorrow.
You always wanted me to be, not to be what I am and what I must be.
Now they are only words.
The hot desert sand.
Walking upon the sand of
countless burning rays.
The hot desert day turns to
night, as we worship the stars.
The sound of the desert
moving in the vibrations
from many components.
Shades of nature sound
in this ancient place
to bring hidden things
towards the surface.
The sounds of music play in
the middle of nowhere
bring feelings of somewhere.
Sounds of ancient times
never lost, yet always
found,
as she plays for him.
You stand by a lighthouse smiling warmly.
The Faroe Islands have awakened your words.
You say to me that it may be our home soon.
The desert doesn’t feel rain from a grey sky often.
The sea is a dream for the people of the red earth.
The desert doesn’t understand why you say, “leave.”
I love lighthouses and the many ways of the sea.
The Faroe Islands excites me, yet not with you.
I picture myself alone, looking towards the sea.
You stood with me in the desert under no moon.
A million desert stars lit the sky and my heart.
You stood with me to tell me you were leaving.
I will remember the sea and the colour of your eyes;
Such an adventurous soul with a great love for denial.
I will take my love for you and bury it in the desert.
The desert knew what the sea felt like long ago.
I will feel the sea flow through my heart again.
You can have the sea for now until it takes you.