Endless stretches of salt and sand, Miles of heat that we barely withstand. Leaving the chatter and maps behind, Two tired wanderers stepping blind. The sun cuts down, the shadows shrink, Standing right on the breathless brink. A silent glance through the blinding glare, A sudden shock as we both catch air. No words spoken, just a knowing sign, Your quiet hand answering mine. We didn’t come here to find a home, Just two wanderers stripped to the bone. Forget what we were before we fell, Some secrets the horizon will never tell. Then the sun drops fast and the fever breaks, And the freezing quiet of midnight wakes. We lay our backs to the cooling stone, Two tired travelers not alone. A million miles of open sky, No tomorrow to worry by. The whole dark world held in place, Nothing left between time and space. We didn’t come here to find a home, Just two wanderers stripped to the bone. Forget what we were before we fell, Some secrets the horizon will never tell. No green water, no easy ground, Just the only shelter we ever found. We let the fever burn out our pride, Nothing to guard on the other side. We’re meant to breathe together, Defying our fate and promise forever. We didn’t come here to find a home, Just two wanderers stripped to the bone. Forget what we were before we fell, Some secrets the horizon will never tell. Morning breaks in a wash of pale, Voices calling along the trail. Leave our names in the desert gray, Before they wash the tracks away...
