the days roll up and peel away
the pages are blowing by
26 days and i'll be gazing at another sky
on another land
while you'll be here
and i'll be there

the voices will sing different
for wind has many brothers
their sisters leave their haunting tunes behind
when sand begins to fly
and machines' roar takes over
i'll listen for the song the sisters leave
as they roam and rover.

(waiting for my computer to sort out the music i've recorded into it.)