Desert Poetry: The End

Sun beating down,
Upon my desert skin.
A voice calling me,
To the end.

Visions escaping my
Weary mind.
All this time that
Was destroyed by Death.

People I once knew,
Strewn across My Highway.
I know what awaits me,
At the end.

The Shaman showed me
Once long ago.
Where the Soul met
Love.

Death he lingered,
Reaching out.
I took his hand,
I met the end