This window, they be shinging lights.

I look outside from outside.
And this inside
Is a desert which my life must be
Where a wind scatters me to sand dunes
Where only heat and some scorpion malingers
And I could walk over them only to find a range of more
There is no sky and no clouds
Just emptiness above and beyond the horizon
Where my hands crack
And my throat crumbles
And becomes dust

Then I look inside
And you wait
Like an angel in a desert
Where a wind brings me home
And your kiss quenches my thirst
And your voice summons
Raging space of thundering clouds
From above and beyond the horizon.