Desert of Rain

Life in the desert of rain
We are the people who live on this plain
Waking and sleeping, we wander alone

Through the wind, the sand and the stones
And the rain flashes glimmers of gold
To pleasure our eyes in the cold
No long-ago songs to poison our souls
And tomorrow never unfolds
(Oure homes is the desert of rain)
Here are no paintings
Here spin no tales
Here lives no poet
There's no hiding ourselves
Hard are the flints of our hearts
They link us together and keep us apart
My path crossed yours in the dark
We touched and both saw the spark
And the spark grew to flame and white heat
As our spirits awoke to a thundering beat
And the drums sings the language of time
Where your rivers flow into mine
(A glow is in the desert of rain)
Here is a painting

Here is a poem
Here's a shelter for us
You move on, you move on
Beyond the horizon you're gone
And the rain flashes glimmers of gold
But I'm cold, I'm freezing cold
And cold is the blade that cuts deep
From the shadows of you to my waking sleep
And the drums says a tale has been born
While I live like a flame in a storm
(I lost my home in the desert of rain)
You'll be painting
You'll be the tale
You'll be the poem
I will tell to myself