A Road To Desert

Someday the street of my back of heart

 Would join a road to dried desert yard

 Where the days transit soul to sunlight

 And shivers of shying nights fly to fight

 Strange plants leaned for wish of water

 And a pale faced cloth of sand as smarter

 Where sun is the king in its whole history

 The ways are hidden unsolved mystery

 Birds are silent singer and wind as prayer

 And the breath of earth can be felt there

 And a decaying cliff is used for a meadow

 Where even the breeze looks for a shadow

 The little ponds are filled by leeches' latch

 So the thirst is quenched by a blood fetch

 Where the mansions of sands on to clamor

 And echo of cry looks like when wind more