Thursday, September 26, 2013

three mountains and a river

walking stick abandoned
secretly preserved
three mountains and a river

all my birds
dug out a well
cloud shades swim
in the stream of my conscience

sitting in the shade
of an almond tree
giant branches caress my hair

i hear the parrots
i hear the tiger
i hear the desert
i hear the dim
nights surrounding my mornings

walk in my footsteps
take a picture - burnt hands
blue flowers in the sand

a cloud bursts behind the horizon
two rocks collide
nothing will forever stand