As shifting sands of the desert
At the hands of a wayward wind
We danced to the tune of a visionless moon
That sang to the visions within

A truce of enormous proportion
That truth, to blind to contain
Gave way to the cries of thundering skies
To witness the bliss of the rain

On the wings of a dream not withstanding
The screams of bastardly tongues
Were we given to taste of the water's embrace
Of illusions we'd never become

Starcrossed grains of defiance
Drifting away on a whim
Shifting the sands of the desert's demands
At the hands of a wayward wind