" Desert Moon "
As Khamseen wanders desert,
While Meldemi comes ashore,
Thus Monsoon turns in favor,
O'life as ne'er before.
He who flys these winds,
Careless in thought or pride,
Casting off thought simple sins,
Tercel's hot course to ride.
Desert moon timeless notion,
Sand sans glass,
Yet with motion,
So do now nights pass.
Awaken now sleepless slumber,
Thoughts now etched in umber.
'Tis his that which ne'er had,
Life o'which now for he's glad.
SeaWolf
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Copyright © Caribbean Seawolf | Year Posted 2010
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