Extatic Memoirs

My sight shall reach past the ruthless dunes

A solitary raven as my sole mate

Whose intentions towards me

I allow myself to doubt

(As everyone here is by their own)

Small unfortunate seeds champion

Against an unwilling stormy climate

Where venomous predators luxuriate

I therefore brace myself

While I have my last sip

I’ve been on many traveling caravans

With experienced and spirited folks

We kept our eyes vigilant

For danger preys each turn

(I can’t afford to let them down)

I am now one in this vast wasteland

My leather boots burn my weary feet

Meditating my next crucial move

Disdaining the liquid salt on my eyebrows

(My intentions will prevail)