"She lays under the tiger sky, when she kisses the sun goodbye"

I have set up camp in many places. The harsh reality of nature is both a deep fear and a reliable seduction, and I love to dance with both of them.

I met this canyon in a dream.

She laid silent and strong, curved and cracked of existence. 

Unnoticed her nature was the horizon.

Men built rigs and roads to deplete her,

May those fossilized pieces become a teacher

Eyes soon locked, an ego was challenged.

Sunset turned and she sighed.

Then I lost my horizon,

To learn how to say a proper goodbye.