05-15-2012, 06:06 PM
Edit 1. Thanks to billy,erthona, indie
This sand is running in my veins,
dry as the dust which gave me presence;
and yet to you it is but sand.
Look to the rise where the trains of camel appear and vanish in trembling haze,
sun mixed with wind mixed with me.
Listen and you will hear my song,
my father's song and his before him;
Haboob is the breath that rasps the tune.
Sung are the words of Aheed the Prophet, great his name in heavens above,
God mixed with sand mixed with me.
Feel now the warmth within this place,
alive with heat that saves and succours;
but chilled the night to test the soul.
Thrown khaymahs sleep a thousand thinkers, all adrift on a thought-full sea,
thought mixed with dreams mixed with me.
Blue-black and pricked is the still sky above,
yet in lashed eyes, grains fall and leap.
No wind; yet flows the sand to me.
So here I lie, eyes of the desert, abd-sahara and servant of man
Beast mixed with man mixed with me.
tectak
2008
This sand is running in my veins,
dry as the dust which gave me presence;
and yet to you it is but sand.
Look to the rise where the trains of camel appear and vanish in trembling haze,
sun mixed with wind mixed with me.
Listen and you will hear my song,
my father's song and his before him;
Haboob is the breath that rasps the tune.
Sung are the words of Aheed the Prophet, great his name in heavens above,
God mixed with sand mixed with me.
Feel now the warmth within this place,
alive with heat that saves and succours;
but chilled the night to test the soul.
Thrown khaymahs sleep a thousand thinkers, all adrift on a thought-full sea,
thought mixed with dreams mixed with me.
Blue-black and pricked is the still sky above,
yet in lashed eyes, grains fall and leap.
No wind; yet flows the sand to me.
So here I lie, eyes of the desert, abd-sahara and servant of man
Beast mixed with man mixed with me.
tectak
2008

