slow western ghost

Monday, March 7, 2011

Night in the desert dreaming and waking
Moonless and bonfired.
Starkissed
Tea slid.
The sand blows a layer of skin away
And the smoke blesses it's newness
Carrying away the doubts and devastations of past routines.
Fresh faced
The open sky reminds you
That there is space and there is time
And that is now.

Now you drive back into town
Blowing dust trails.
As you descend from the Desert Moon.
Waking as you go.
Posted by Slow Western Ghost at 7:07 AM
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