13 December 2012

Beginning With The Dawn

Beginning with the dawn
And sleep, sweet haunted sleep,
Where golden dust shines in
Stammering sunlight
Dunes shifting hands
In a wind-struck dance
Slithering grains move, as
Ghosts on a trail.
Written by history,
Scarred by fate.

But no feet touch the earth,
The oasis is gone.
Buried under time
Lost to a dream.
Where the heart once wondered,
Where the fortress fell,
There is only the dust
And a howling call.

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