weekend wonderland

the moon is waning
this month is getting old
the darkest part of night is over
fingers warming in the cold

the desert howling in the dusk
as if mourning for a long-lost lover
hoping that the tears of the past night
slumber in the sands forever

the mirages are dancing
right before your eyes
the backdrop turns to crimson
as the first light stabs the sky

out of the vision came
the brightest eyes, unclouded and fair
a thousand miles and a third of a lifetime i gave
just to be caught in your stare

the sun is waxing
melting down the sands of time
the brightest part of the day is yet to come
because your fingers can and will always find mine