Never is too late to pray...

The day is filled with something
that you quite can't speak of.
Are they shadows from the dreams,
where the highway was nothing
but empty
with one ghostly car
roaming over the desert
that lays on both side of the road?.
Or was it certain someone from the past,
now without any kind of possibility
to claim back his face?.

I do not have answers for you.
Pass on and leave me
all alone
in this sandstorm.
Catching last breathes,
when I drown into the lake of desires.