Living beast,
earth´s frying pan,
treacherous mouth
of fatal sands that
swallow the innocent;
vast land where the sun
reigns with brutal terror,
rising red fireball at dawn,
burning my feet all day,
blinding me…
lost in this great furnace
I remember what I am:
a sand corn in the desert
drifting with the wind,
a lost drop of sweat seeking coolness
in the shadow of a lonely rock,
a freezing wish for warmth
whispered in the cold still night,
or the silent prayer for rain,
that, finally,
reaches heaven’s gate:
delicate silver Angel hair
falls down on burning sand,
and is drunk greedily
until the morning reveals its secret…
a million flowers awoken
from their summer sleep
have turned the barren land
into a vibrant sea
of colours…


Sybille(Sydney)Krivenko GISC2052924 2007