Jan-Feb, Death Valley- San Francisco
I
We sit in the van and wait for the moonrise
A ritual we never practiced
Mountains crawl around, hypnotic
Silence befalls
10:30 PM. It is the time of a day
To look closely at everything at rest
Yet in the far cities
Lights flicker as insomniac eyes
Brevity and obedience
Desert breathes unnoticeably
The emerging pale light on the horizon
Mirrors the deepest consciousness in our dreams
The van stays motionless
Surrounded by oceans of invisible sands
We each look into the darkness
Contemplate with total absence.
As we drive through the rain
Past through numerous valleys and canyons
Memories sum up to a few moments
Moments we can reflect on but difficult to share with
II
Every soul attaches to a star
As every star recognizes a soul
What can the star-track tell us
Destiny or immortality
A starry night creates a love trap
For romantic ones. A elapsed comet
Is a doomsday prophecy
For the ones in fear
We, the living ones
How much do we need to endure
Just to find out
Our own triviality and vulnerability
But the lake has dried, the mountains continue to rise
Rocks corrode into sands
Salt turns into the stones
The wind is still blowing, age after age
And the living force, hides
Underneath the hardest soil, moves
Behind the gigantic scroll of mountains
It refuses to tell its name and secret
III
Finally, as if the sky opens a chasm
The magic light, shining through the air
Sweeps over the valley floor
Living a tapestry of fluorescent shadows
The moon is rising to the peace
The world is rotating to the blue side
Our hysteria, refurbished
Is celebrating a new discovery
Buried deep in our hearts
The fragile chord has been struck
By a sudden awareness of wonder
It trembles, sending the thrill through
Reminiscent of the sunset at the riverside
Or the twilight shining at the hilltop
Tears of bittersweet joy
Rinses the dust of ennui
We jump out of the van
And run to the sand dunes
The deadly valley replete with legends of horrors
Is suddenly invigorated by our laughter and footprints
IV
Touching sands under the moonlight
Is touching the pale shining silk
The silhouette of the sand dunes
Displays the seductive body curves
Serenity glint as tiny waves
The conspiracy of the sandstorm
Is brewed deep in the mountains
Resilient, sand dunes survive on violence
We scatter around as a fleet of small boats
Tied by our common history
Drifting on the mystery of sands and wind
Up and down, step by step
Balanced on the verge of the unified dream
We are moon-walking on the sand dunes
A far cry from the circle inside
Reverberates across the dimensions
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