Saturday, July 16, 2011

Winds of Sand...

When the heat shimmers off the asphalt
     and the cracks in the road
bubble and ooze like the La Brea tar
     waiting for this dinosaurs to dream in amber sleep...
the breeze blow hot, almost scratching your face
     with dusty nails and crack lips
sweeping past your thoughts of the moment...

Wandering like a nomad in the desert
     where sages have searched for answers
Did the realization come too late
     or was it complacency that took them
off into history and mystery
     masked in rumors and stupidity,
when history is being made right now?
     We are all a part of eternity,
it is going past us even as we speak;
     in tongues that have grown tired,
in lives lived too long,
     in hearts too many times,
in souls searching to belong,

Like a shaman in the forest
     hoping magic will win out
Potions, pleas and incantations
     but never dancing before the fire
Glowing from the heat that's given
     with stories i will gladly share
The word of mouth,
     and old beginning,
the memories floating in the air...

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