Ephemeral Slumber

In the cold heat of a desert night

She lays sunken in the sand

Her 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