The Gobi Desert
Pui Kiu College, Jade Tin, Poetry: Group 3
Eyes opened, senses regained.
You get back on your feet, whole body in pain.
The Sun is blinding, you blink once or twice,
The Gobi Desert is all that remains.
You take a step with all your strength,
Thirst already striking your core.
You calm your senses and take a deep breath,
Not telling yourself that there is hope no more.
You now feel dizzy, images swirl.
A gush of wind and you’re back to the past.
The sound of merchants and camel on the grill,
You’re in a time where Gobi was the heart.
You get lost in this world, smiling as you walk,
The scent of spices, and sound of business talk.
Gold and jewelry, peasants made rich,
people of all, meeting in pitch.
You walk to a tent, with nomads selling silk.
Of your friends back at home, you may be the first.
The welcoming hostess offers some milk,
The dream is shattered as you realize your thirst.
The colors are gone and your world is in silence.
Heat brought you hope, heat is bringing you down.
You take your last step and then you collapse.
Eyes closed, senses lost.
