mcates

drifting dreaming
bells and chimes ringing
walking through red sand
trying to lose a ghost
the sun sinks red and heavy
chains cutting into wrists
searching for a white desert flower
a wind picks up
with sand floating in the distance
swirls of red and brown
with faces of demons
growing larger
bringing darkness
stinging needles
lost connections
fading images
drifting to the other side
slipping from the light