In the cold heat of a desert night
She lays sunken in the sandHer thirst trapped by an out of reach vase
The clothing she wears spindles neatly
Precisely carved with a pastel rainbow
The guardian, large with a seemingly infinite tail
Watches over her closely
A speckled night showcases a clear moon
Clear in its anguish
As it brings the traveler to the end of her journey
With morning on the horizon
--Kyle L., Adult