The desert is a very lonely place

Almost filled with eternal space

Moving dunes and a searing sun

A starry sky when day is done

Not a soul does inhabit this place

It is even impossible to trace

Open and empty the winds blow free

For miles and miles the eyes can see

In this vast and alluring scene

Many a poet has trodden unseen

For in this place of divine prostration

The mind comes free of all distraction

Inspiration leaps to the fore

On wings the pen with words doth soar

No hindrance or setback

Does the imagination readily attack

Words flow free and full of rhyme

In a peace of endless time

Solitude is the fertile land

Ready for the writer´s hand