For months the sun has hovered overhead
To crack the barren earth across the land.
The streams are dry, no summer buds expand,
No desert death has ever been so dead.

No haven safe where souls in sadness run
Once brutal slumber in respose had found
Awareness of the final fury wound
Around each dying ember of the sun.

Man's fatal flaws are now but bitter tears
That pour in torrents from his guilty eyes;
Spurned on by memories and last goodbyes
As lovers held to love through all their fears.

Then final pain came forcefully upon
The raw reflection of an amber dawn.