fire in my eyes
children burning
mothers without hope
my country crumbling
a scream still echoing
long future slide
war and hate
long road circle refrain
native dance
dry tears reaching
from
deep within the sand
west wind
warm desert breath cry
lay that season
down
where those piano blues
sound
round and round
till
no blood left to seed
fire in my eyes
water across my sight
caught
on a long future slide
Seem to describe a dream I used to have after getting home from 'Nam...too many years to remember what it was, just seem so very , I don't know, nostalgic, & I hate to think that I just called that time nostalgic...Now thats disgusting...-e-
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
Ron