Enter In Mirage

Where deserts undulate in moving landscape,

Come away, enter in mirage,

Penetrate hazed sandscape gathered round us,

Whirling golden pockets risen fast,

Ride to dusk in ship upon sands’ ocean,

Sunset beckons, razed relief from noon,

Pilot seas where storms arise grain-weathered,

Obliterate horizons come too soon.

Bow to enter tents, erected shelters, on

Holy ground, collapsed in shifting weights,

Follow dreams, red clouds’ appointed charter,

Abandon all reality at sand’s gate.



Possible Dreams

Each shell on the seashore,

A possible dream.

Lift it and listen,

Hear all it has seen


Of lovers entwined

On the sand in the night,

Exploring in darkness

Sensual delight


Of kisses so sweet

All tenderness felt,

Hearts pound to waves motion

Instinctively, melt.


Of touch in the sand

Where grains wash away

But passion and love

Forever will stay.


Of mermaids and men

And lusty portrayal,

Weaving together

No lies, no betrayal.


Of sharks in the deep

Where cold water flows,

Of destiny’s rhythm

Not one soul knows.


Only shells on the seashore

And the stories they tell

Hidden on a beach where

Rollers rose and they fell.


Empty apart from grit

Some may grow,

Revealing a pearl

Of wisdom to know.


Listen quite closely,

Their stories convey

A message for living.

They learn while we pray


A plea to the heavens,

A song from the sea,

Whispers of wonder

For you and for me.