High Desert

I stand atop this mountain

All alone without a way home

The gulls and eagles accompany my refuge

Up here in the high desert

A place where she and I blasted off to

A really long time ago

But I stand up here still

Marooned from what I thought was my fate

But yet more has been revealed

Stuff and thoughts about freedom

That were previously concealed

In a matrix below

Away from the altitude

Of the air up here in the high desert

The wars of nations rage on below

Making the path back home

Obscured by the clouds

And difficult to fathom

More thinking will be required

But thinking is making my soul tired

And it keeps me up at night, wired

All those mental projections of she and I

Are no more

I stand up alone in the High Desert

Trekking it slow

Fleeing from that first day

As from that day forward

I saw only the dogs of war