Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Under the Rug

This poem has been inpsired by last weekend, at one point, I felt like I was in a far off country, under a Bedouin Tent or some such..sounds intriguing but was a moment that will last in my memory, for sure... I am an incurable dreamer and lover of bliss, that's for sure!

Bedouin friend,
I want no end,
Under the wool stars,
Healing respective scars,
Heat without sun,
Energy from fun..
Darkness but light,
Heavenly night..
Wool set on fire,
Open the heart; clear the mire..
Covering speech,
Spanking peach -
Finger dexterity,
Trusting;sincerity.
Life force in his hands,
Trust in him - give that chance..
Thin veil of life and death,
Breath held in his palms..
Slowing down to calm..

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