Magic Carpet Nomads

Silence splattered across the page Riding on deeply buried tides Climbing from treetops into hills of tomorrow Life never exists the way the say In boardrooms and across chalkboards They just know what you're likely to eat... The sun shatters cobwebbed dreary polite peace Too glorious now to remain unmoved For those with windows and eyelids to perceive Everywhere quicksand pebbles shift The glory of the sky urges me To believe differently, everyday to the utmost An open page is calling with folded arms Invisible typewriters are pressing their tongue Nomads invited to roll out their carpet