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Submitted by dbaker on 5 June 2007 - 9:16pm.
Style / Type:
freeform
Riding winds born from sierras above my home.
Sliding across dusty sun filled plains.
Purple-silver sage mark my shadow.
Eagle instincts, Raven passions saddle my thoughts spurring me to greater heights.
Venus’ cloak heralds twilights birth,
Negating further exploration.
With silver starlight, I fly for home…
Amongst four compass trees, on turf and cut stone red leaves have scattered.
I find my rest in an Allahambra of thought.
Serpentine wisdom comes to me in prophetic visions,
as I listen to a spring murmuring songs of antiquity.
(c)-DS Baker
(2 votes)
That place . . .
is nice to be at. I need to be there more often.
Thanks Dave, and welcome back!