In the desert with squinted eyes to see
find silently sitting the white wicker chair
aligned to the sea for each days crash of the sun
Where is Thee that left it here?

In great wheels of light the universe turns
Orion guards the left and tumbles
The Bear on the right hunts the blazing night
Sparks fly from the rims, stars fall over the horizon

But no one sits in the white wicker chair 
No commander bakes in the sun
No one hears the freezing desert song
Heedless, headless this vehicle goes on.
Where is Thee that left it here?