Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Lull a Blue Bye

Lull roams
brushes past
in quiet lace
dream scapes.

sand dunes
in hues
of blue and gold.

Is it a calm
before the storm?
Will the rosy cheeked
lasses and lads
come frolicking
bringing their
poems and lore
of slain dragons
and treasures
from a distant land?
Will the cabrito
be tender roasted?

Carrying a solar lamp
a lone flicker
in this quiet realm
thick reams of
a drill of a dune...
This flicka dances
to an immortal tune
a distant but steady beat.
Blue and gold
shimmering drones
echo my soul.

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