My Soul is a mirror to other Worlds,
holding nothing as if fills and empties,
forever drawing water from the well,
again the image of pushing a rock up a hill
Ancient scribes and simpler times
is from where it first came
can almost feel the sand in my sandals
as i walk the dunes with candle in hand
hoping the Desert Wind won't extinguish my flame
The same goes for steaming jungles
and steps disappearing into the canopy
amid the clatter and cacophony
of the birds and monkeys in the trees
Children of the Sun, Lovers of the Moon
caught between twilight and moonlight
as the night flowers bloom...
(11-23-10)
holding nothing as if fills and empties,
forever drawing water from the well,
again the image of pushing a rock up a hill
Ancient scribes and simpler times
is from where it first came
can almost feel the sand in my sandals
as i walk the dunes with candle in hand
hoping the Desert Wind won't extinguish my flame
The same goes for steaming jungles
and steps disappearing into the canopy
amid the clatter and cacophony
of the birds and monkeys in the trees
Children of the Sun, Lovers of the Moon
caught between twilight and moonlight
as the night flowers bloom...
(11-23-10)
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