Desert Hills

 
Revision 14/08/2016:
 

Desert hills hover over an indigo shadow,

Caught in the coming night as they drift and

Float in the fading light.

 

Spinifex and wattle are sparse.

I sit in the dust

On the pindan track

That divides a sea of yellow grass.

 

I lie on my back and

Surrender to the inescapable blue

As twilight pulls the sun's final streams

Into the hushing horizon

And turns the sky to dusk.

 

Old version:

 

Desert hills hover over an indigo shadow,

Caught in the coming night as they drift and

Float in the fading light.

 

Spinifex and wattle are sparse.

I sit in the dust; on the road that is red sand

Surrounded by a sea of yellow grass.

 

I lie on my back and surrender to the inescapable blue,

As twilight pulls the sun's final streams into the hushing horizon

and turns the sky to dusk.