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.
Photo courtesy of Mark
With madrigal tale
Breaths of childish delight,
Fostering the rearing,
Enlivening the song.
Children of the sea,
Chorus to shore,
May never mock.’
In their wake
Seeking to follow.
Washed by waves of beauty
On the shore,
Caressed by balmy water
To the core,
Relaxed into the sands of time
Succumb unto unconsciousness,
Darker plains surrounded though
Relieving fear, engendered
By the night.
A welcome swell of ocean
Bathes my soul,
Cleansing warmest water
Makes me whole.