The Still Desert

The desert is upon the sun Pallid from being dried up without water The pyramids stand tall among the howling wind Made holy by the sanctified Egyptians The desert being as long and wide as an ocean in a sudden reverie of a daydream,I think i am there With thorns on all the cactuses I pass them by I discern the fact that I cannot touch them Without realization I come upon a statue as scary as the dark night Hoping not to seem repugnant I step away fast trying not to offend the statue,for it may come alive I give my name quick,Patricia so I can open the gate As I step in I feel illiterate because the writings on the wall I cannot read But then I follow an Egyptian cat who eyes glare Deviouly I indirect myself from the cat only to see that the statue is blinking at me Deftly I make a skillful move to ensure I get away although being assertive in my own right did I profusely receive parting gifts Coming from the dark abyss Unscrupulosy I am told I can take these gifts free of charge Not wanting to leave ,but having to lose myself Always remembering though why the desert is so still