Beyond the Dunes
Beyond the dunes, I travel far, in this morass
Dust clouds assault these eyes' lodestar, in this morass
Herein, this mouth thirsts for your arms like waterfall
Denied by silken touch, which chars in this morass.
I find myself tracing your face on night’s misbah
When silence rips an ache bizarre, in this morass
Alone, hikes lead to rocks untamed, doubting my fate
Till desert wind echoes afar, in this morass
Where yonder on, our moorland births, without my hands
and cacti pierce, the landscape scars, in this morass.
an attempt on iambic hexameter
* misbah---Arabic word for lamp, lantern
Debbie Guzzi's Take A Leap
by nette onclaud
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2013
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