02-18-2015, 04:58 AM
The people who live in the desert
take refuge at noon with camels and dogs
in shadow blocks around them, to drowse
at ease in dreams of water.
They still heed their Master’s voice
‘keep clean the wells, they hold
my living blood.’
Their dreams flow like
underground streams while
kingdoms build and fall
through centuries around them.
Their falcon souls fly, searching for
the wrist that never twists away,
the centre that stays fixed
ready for rain’s awakening –
the people who live in the desert.
take refuge at noon with camels and dogs
in shadow blocks around them, to drowse
at ease in dreams of water.
They still heed their Master’s voice
‘keep clean the wells, they hold
my living blood.’
Their dreams flow like
underground streams while
kingdoms build and fall
through centuries around them.
Their falcon souls fly, searching for
the wrist that never twists away,
the centre that stays fixed
ready for rain’s awakening –
the people who live in the desert.