Lyrics
The bones of the world
are sculpted in stone:
an arch, a wormhole,
profile of a woman facing a man,
immobilized through time.
A canvas awaits pigment-
crushed minerals of the land.
The sugar sand
and the purple rocks,
the layered sandstone
of the ancient cliffs
mark the part of eternity
we can fathom.
Now clouds and their shadows transform the land.
What is more real-
the mirage or the sand?