A poetic journey through my mind

Desert Dreams #1

in my heart she calls to me.

my leather-winged angel, nightsky hair shadowing her face,

deep crystal eyes misted with dew or bright and clear as desert sky.

singing soundlessly she walks the endless sandscape, wings thorn-pinned and ragged,

sun bleeding through to form pools of ebon beneath her feet.

mystic shadow patterns paint themselves in her wake,

infinite wisdoms all too quickly lost to the drifting, shifting sea of sand,

while high above the scavengers scream rakes the air.  

her cedar wind bathes my soul,

blows through my thoughts with ice-rimmed clarity,

leaving behind only silence and the distant falcons cry.

3 responses

  1. it carries a warm brreeeze and speaks a surrounding of sheer beauty because of its solitude~ wonderful !~Deb

    August 20, 2012 at 4:15 pm

  2. Yes, our angels fly above us even through the ice and the thorns of our days!

    August 20, 2012 at 4:28 pm

  3. So beautifully descriptive!


    August 20, 2012 at 6:10 pm

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