Wednesday, September 27

Desert skies
Wind figures swoon and rise
Play in my eyes
Out beyond the shifting peaks
Fatal sleep
Death waits with patient teeth
Fatal distance
Out where the shimmers pool around
Chances fade
Rushing gusts make the only sound
Heaven bound
Flailing with frantic limbs
Day begins
Desert skies bring fire again.

1 comment:

oormila vijayakrishnan said...

Surreal and frightening. Espcially the image of the desret figures swooning and rising... Well written..

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