Shadows pursue daylight prey into liquid evening

Wild things gather round about

Welcome in arroyos of night

Cast as runes of crystal moonlight

Thrown careless among stones scatterings

Suddenly grown fleeting faces by firelight


Smoke transforms to Diva Dancers

To writhe and tantalize and quickly disappear

The sound of but a single shooting star

Rushing past sets

Smoketrees to wispering

Stories of the Olden Days

When Earth Herself was young and firm

With fecund promise bless’d


Breathe in the perfume of the desert night

And exhale the stars

To sleep amid the wonders

To dream perchance of you



~ by ravenjake on December 31, 2007.

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