Saturday 23 November 2013

Contemplation Of The Sands

Desert blown mystic mist,
tumbling sands of roving sun,
shadows tell your passing,
with dunes though never one.

The grain upon a lizard tail,
tales of reptile life,
brushed to killing hawk feathers,
gecko blood on beak like knife.

Soaring sand child seaward,
drop from thermal height,
roll among the mighty waves,
be part of oceans might.

Stuck upon a surfer,
sliding clean into the blue,
ride a wetsuit hanging car,
shimmer in sunshine I saw you.

Contemplation of the sands,
music of the traveled few,
captured second of the eye,
poetry's unraveled view.

©D.N.Read 2013


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