"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Friday, December 4, 2015

Night.

At night,
your dreams haunt you.
You see ten stories--
flight and conquest
over this life.
At night,
I'm haunted by something too.
It keeps me from sleeping,
drags me back to the edge,
those ten stories:
Guts, flight, and then conquest.
Relief, weakness, and victory
over this life.

2 comments:

  1. great description! The artist's imagination is truly a blessing and a curse.

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"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."