Oasis In Mist
dreams drying up like a desert oasis
the image of your hand's elegant fingers
conjures up spells of water, earth, sky
a beautiful fire coolly furious in Day's midst
burns my nights like the notes of your voice
intoning scripts of the ancients
writing the words in my heart that poets die to hear,
the world is too small to hold my vision of you
too broken to contain the elixirs distilled from your breath
I shall never know from where or why we came to be
only
only
only
the slow dissolution of blood into mist into nothingness
as though phantoms swirling in my cup
desert oasis, dreams drying up~
Poetry by jesse
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Written on 2007-03-19 at 06:45
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