The winds of time!
Upon the wind I cast my blight,
Dry dessert winds I’m sailing,
No oasis is in sight,
I hear hyenas wailing,
Golden sands and silvery moon,
Soon the gates I’ll enter,
If not the suns high noon,
To one I will surrender,
Mirages followed most my life,
This might be another,
A crescent edge the knife,
A child without a mother,
The starry sky it calls me home,
My angels call me there,
With them not be alone,
Find heavens wings and care,
Dessert sands my tears will dry,
Now make the dessert bloom,
Grow flowers of the genus why,
If I was here, I left so soon.
20/04/2008
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Blessings from Ky.
Joyce B.
You are such an intriguing poet...
Georg
Blessings ~~ Micke
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.