A man got lost in a desert Yet learned to love its landscape and soon became a nomad. He tried to make a shelter, but sand is a weak foundation. So he burned from the sun froze from the moon, drank from sweat and tears devoured refusal to stop searching for the promised land. He collapsed by an oasis upon a bleached sea of bones’ all laid facing west reaching out from times savage breast hollow eyed and all seeing from hells cataract where heaven is a mirage unreachable as a woman. Water filled the valleys Of his cracked hands, Hope filled his heart Amongst the void. He screamed out a name and a message And the echo spat back just the name. His words had reached her And he said them again before he died ‘I love you’. When he said it she awoke And she whispered: ‘He has found me’ ‘He is not gone’ ‘But all around me’ 'we are one'. When she died she found him On the sands of New Mexico His tears had turned to jewels And they made love on a grave By a headstone which read: ‘There is no dead here’ ‘Just love which lives eternal’.