The arid wilderness of the desert
is lifeless, still, desolate
except for a single brook
meandering its course,
grating its stilted song
along the trackless miles
or parched dust and thirsting rock.

Standing alone in
that barren vastness
of biting sand,
my mind reaches out of
its bodily confines
and wanders where
my feet would not.
My frustrated soul rattles, rages
against the bars of
its fleshly gaol
but unlike my mind
it is not borne aloft
on wings of thought.

I watch my thoughts fly high above
within the azure vault
diving, rising
within that ethereal Void,
freed at last from
the clutches of sanity
whilst chained to the desert below.

The rest of my self
succumbs slowly to madness,
my soul in the grips of damnation
yearning to join
my thoughts and dreams;
I stand there
watching the kite of my thoughts
dance out of my reach
yet within my sight
and I know that
they will never return to me
stealing my chance of being free.