Far from Any Road

From the dusty mesa

Her looming shadow grows

Hidden in the branches

Of the poison creosote

She twines her spine up slowly

Towards the boiling sun

And when I touched her skin

My fingers ran with blood

In the hushing dusk, under a swollen silver moon

I came walking with the wind to watch the cactus bloom

A strange hunger haunted me, the looming shadows danced

I fell down to the thorny brush and felt a trembling hand

When the last light warms the rocks and the rattlesnakes unfold

Mountain cats will come to drag away your bones

Then rise with me forever

Across the silent sands

And the stars will be your eyes

And the wind will be my hands