Fear is a Desert Sunrise
Desert nights turn to desert days,
The ice thaws.
Desert scorpions come greet the sun
As it peaks over the horizon
Like a burnt tangerine.
Nights I’ve spent, shivering
When the dunes turn to blue
Wide awake with you on my mind,
As you sleep,
Those nights are long past,
The illuminating sun has come.
I cannot hide in the night anymore;
The scorpions must sting.
