My tears were stoned on my cheeks as I grasped firmly onto that wall, and the clusters of the grapes wrapped my naked temple; it wasn't the end, and it was the spring of my transformation.
On my way to a land of stone and sand, I kept dreaming about you. Grieving for your love was never whole and was never complete.
My skin, my tissue, and my bones have turned into another happening, a marble sculpture, a standing monument of lost love, and the dust wrapped my dry skin, I'm not shining anymore.
And you, my beloved, you molded your land, you killed your people, you imprisoned your soul, and you flew.
Leaving me standing, like a prince for an unsettled desert.