You rose out of my dreams.
Patterns of life
drawn on wind-swept sand
stretches of a thirsty desert
embracing footsteps of life
in search of love.
Date palms sway
dancing to a breeze
that has forgotten
to bring a teardrop from the sky.
Is it you who signals
a mirage
a will-o-the -wisp?
Sandstorm blinds.
Can you show me the way?
” a breeze that has forgotten to bring a teardrop from the sky”. sums up,in essence,the plaintive tones of this ,what strikes me as a very delicate and poignant piece.
“Is it you who signals
a mirage”….beautiful lines.