Gobiland.
A remote land
deserted
surrounded
by naked mountains
covered
by gray heavy clouds.
A forgotten place
or maybe
an unknown place
never seen before
never walked before.
Far away
beyond all horizons.
Inhabited by resilient
creatures
untamed
by fierce elements.
In this empty
limitless sky
wide open space
is where I woke up
this morning.
My face covered
by fine silver dust.
My hands stained
with a glowing gel.
How I got there
remains an ocean
of doubts.
Vague memories
of flying solo
aboard a type of vessel
with huge translucent wings
powered by a blue flame
coming out
of a crystal engine
as transparent
as the rest of the craft.
Through flashes of recalling
I see myself manning
this strange birdlike
air machine.
loudly enjoying
the travel
doing impossible
manouvers in the void.
But now the machine is not here
anymore.
And how or why
I landed here
remains in the dark.
Though I am amazed
by the isolation
the beauty of the place
I am worried
of how I will come back home.
No taxi cab on sight…
Image: Lone survivor, a movie.