Past the Bones
The desert wind calls me to it's vast desolation ---
There is something about it's emptiness that fills my imagination ---
The cactus are now in full and wonderful bloom ---
They look beautiful in the moon's nocturnal glow ---
In the far distance is an inviting oasis ---
Calling me to bravely journey there ---
Past the bones of those who tried before.
Copyright © Sheol Moribund | Year Posted 2009
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