Overnight

I dreamed of a desert god.

I dreamed of a lost love.

I saw an empty place

Where all humans' sentiments

Were just dust.

My veins are the violin's strings you are playing,

Its sound is my heart's cry.

While I'm just a planet which orbits around you.

All the crops have been gathered,

The harvest was overripe.

A dirty rain soaked the ground,

The plain is just a stretch of mud.

And no breaches are on your walls.

It's bleak here, bleak and cold.