Left songless

To be mauled by the heat

For a few empty words

Shackled somewhere within

~

They are sure to be stolen from me

Like a desert’s blurred illusions

Shaken loose from my skull

By a coveting wind

~

I boil over in silence

When the roaring mad gale

Pillages my thoughts  

And floats cackling adrift

~

Full of searing venom

I will sink into dusk

To its cold, black depths

For the soft chimes of melody