Seas of sand
The boat goes on, thrust in the wind, a darkening
Speckle on the seas of sand, a ghastly
Sail traversing the horizon. Its lifeless “now”
That’s always been, the memory of dreams at dawn
With open eyes still gazing at the rising. Take time,
Take love, there’s plenty in the hour-glass, quietly put your hand
In this liquid mirage we call dust, how is that like?
Navigate your fingers
Through the cutting crystals and just inhale the
Perfume
This is the schorching heat that’s waiting for us at the next harbor
The fumes are visible beyond the door of your hand
When we will reach the shores of this sea
Of this land.
G.
