NAMIB:

That forgotten place on the coast where old skeletons lie,

Namib, where ocean & desert & make love with the sky,

Where cold waves & hot sand dance with elderly moons,

Where tides kiss with frilled lips, the ancient sand dunes.

Dear Ocean, I look with longing at your gown of blue cyan,

Hear your white foamed voice, in the old roar of your lion,

I taste your saline tears & envy your red whelk, eel & whale,

You are beautiful at rose dusk & in still lavender dawn pale.

Dear Desert, how I look upon your mantle of silken spun gold,

I hear in the breezes, the rustling of your pleated dune´s fold,

You have the whispering elephant & the serpent soft sighing,

When the cloud´s tears fall, your flowers end your dry dying.

Come, softly we shall dance, beneath old Africa´s wise moons,

Spume & sand, the waltzing of wild tides & old golden dunes,

Together forever we´ll swirl, in time & whispering salt breeze,

Beautiful, you & I & we have no need for long-gone-away trees.