Desert Days
Desert days they stretch beyond, beyond the human frail
Like the heat of its haze, that waves goodbye to sanity’s hallucinations, to
A horizon of fans farewelling lost ridicule
Where only creatures dare hide in a place devoid of belief
Yet desert nights will mock the unaware, for beware the shivering thief
That slithers under sheets, stealing sips from thirsty dreams
Where logic conjures images poisoned by the drowned
But if your dreams could see, they would show you colours and wonderment
A sky full of diamonds dripping with a vastness so pure
All watched by a moon; bone white against the night
In a cathedral of dimensions and contrast known only to God
Nette Onclaud’s Poetry Contest: In the Desert
Mark Trichet
14 September 2014
Copyright © Mark Trichet | Year Posted 2014
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