My Favourite Effort
by , 11-11-2009 at 01:05 PM (2007 Views)
The Wist of Change
Mists wrapt in solidarity
That cannot break free.
Clear blue sky dominates the horizon
And pricks the stark tyranny
Of the desert waste.
Mist carpets the sandy border
Over the dunes
In a musical oasis
Just out of reach
But not out of mind.
Seraphs coast high overhead
Governing the course
Of the swarthy day's progress,
Clinging to each other's wisps
And disappearing when their time is up.
A haze rises from the scorching floor
Breaking off all memories
Of tepid moisture,
Substituting lengths of passion
For spurts of peace.
The haze spreads in tentacles
Returning the landscape
To a deeper tan,
Highlighted by a shining glow
Of effused light.
A fine spray falls
Unnoticed
On every creature
In the hard-by environs
And the sultriness endures.




