upon return from burning man
playa dust still clings
tho' it is washed from my hair
and being washed from my clothes
the dusty hard soft spirit
of the alkali flat
remains in the crevices in my heart
I come home to find
my friends in mourning
but busy creating a pretty celebration
i want to take my dead friend's hand
and kiss it softly
and wish she could feel it
i want to hold her husband's face
and gently blow playa into his heart
and help him heal
i want to gather up my friends
and show them this great love
remind them as I remember