Iunona

I walked the never-ending desert

of your barren dreams

I walked and walked…

For interminable ages…

With wings scorched

Desolate

With weary soul

One late summer night

I saw a hint of trembling Light

It was not the innocent Moon

It was her golden tress

She was lavishly smiling

Near and afar

I knew…

Her sweet echo

had lastly saved me