munkinhead
06-25-2011, 08:49 PM
Algiers in a vivid dream;
Mother Africa caresses a stillborn sea,
mourning Tethys,
she measures,
against her long memory,
the distance to the stone raft of Iberia.
Must I, too, remember?
Trees make their pallid escape
as ghost forests shed golden kingdoms,
and fossil rivers meander beneath living dunes.
Must I remember?
Must I follow?
The shimmering caravansary
rises like a mirage.
Where kings and caliphates molder,
must I follow?
Mother Africa caresses a stillborn sea,
mourning Tethys,
she measures,
against her long memory,
the distance to the stone raft of Iberia.
Must I, too, remember?
Trees make their pallid escape
as ghost forests shed golden kingdoms,
and fossil rivers meander beneath living dunes.
Must I remember?
Must I follow?
The shimmering caravansary
rises like a mirage.
Where kings and caliphates molder,
must I follow?