The leaves of the desert, poetry

The leaves of the desert

Autumn settles upon the desert

At the last dune, a feeling of jubilation

My cup raised to the paths that straighten

Now my gaze is lifted upon the universe

The dunes fall like leaves

The paths vanish in the breath of the wind

And in the darkness, a star reaches out to me

As suffering has its fruits to be gathered

But my solitude has an unusual companion

A hidden river that follows my steps

I smell its fragrance and its allure

From underground, it sings me the song of the hermit

Let us be friends, O desert! O autumn!

The storm arrives sooner or later

As each day runs toward evening

But grace, it does not abandon you…

If you were the light in the fog

Or the water of life that quenches thirst…

May your steps follow the river

Years that flow without artifice