Dali meets me here

purple
where the sky and the desert meet
exploding riots of color
at this crossroad
beneath my feet
howling winds
enticing siren's song
keep me turning my head
guessing where the music
is coming from
what path is next,
and wondering at the
path that led me here;
where have my footprints
disappeared.
The restless and the weary
souls lay down
their burdens to the sand
and sift their hands
to turn the time again.
I have come here with
the knowledge
that I know nothing,
but still I wait for
always something.
This conflagration is igniting
and burning and catching
and swirling and fighting
swinging upon the breeze
and I am thirsty
crying for my soul
to quench this need.
The light begins to fade
as the clock ticks time away
and I lift my leg
keeping stride with the desert
whispering in my ear
to just keep on going.