Lonesome In a Desert
Although I hold a trace of fading reveries
How quick it drifts like sand wiping out the glow,
My heels roam a barren land through ominous hours
Raked by self- isolation mercilessly; where grief
Could never become an option in this soddy-ruddy place,
When night erases me from folds of reason
That once honored wise and knowing thoughts:
A roughened ground is now sucked up from the earth’s clay--
The kind that's hard to siphon root to leaves,
And I tremble alone on mounds of wired briar and nettle…
Until a white hawk chants its desert tune,' whit, woo,' flinging
Ghastly shadows across a moonless sky; that in
Breaths of near danger, this heart gradually awakens
To wrap me in some sacred presence within eve’s oasis …
An intercepted light nourishing my thirst for hope, for courage
As if heaven bestows that shimmer I find
Through my inner eyes…just one more time.
For Edward Ibeh: I Wander The Desert Alone Contest
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10/14/2018
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