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My Desert Love


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Oh my desert love

 

Warrior of loneliness and solitude

 

You have shown me your secrets

 

And a new way to exist

 

 

Red billowing strands of silk

 

Resplendent against the golden dunes

 

Blowing out toward me

 

Like your quiet controlled passion

 

Which awakens things that I did not know existed

 

Deep within my soul

 

 

And your eyes speak of ancient wisdoms

 

As we stand within the swirling heat and dusts

 

For they have witnessed many things

 

The passing dances of men and women

 

Through the ages who thought that time was theirs to own

 

 

My wandering love

 

Who holds my face softly between rough and gentle hands

 

How still your knowing

 

How direct the impartation of your enlightenment

 

I feel the strands of your dark hair dancing across my cheeks

 

Soothing me

 

With the subtle fragrances of sandalwood and patchouli

 

 

You teach me conversation without words

 

You show me the expansive peace that comes from the sky

 

You reveal to me the language of the earth and the cosmos

 

 

When your feet lift from the ground

 

And you dance toward the full moon

 

And I am left alone walking these mysterious sands

 

I continue to feel your presence

 

For you have pulled away the veil

 

Revealing the interconnectivity of everything

 

Silver strands of pulsating love bursting

 

Between the universes

 

 

I look to the stars during freezing evenings alone in this expansive desolation

 

And I feel serenity

 

The touch of angels and ancestors

 

You are always with me even though I may seem alone

 

You have placed a glowing star within the centre of my being

 

 

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Douglas. This sounds as an elegy, full of love, sensitive and, written from a heart. I loved the title. Maybe used one, but always so deep and powerful.

 

I loved this poem. I hope you are doing fine, my friend.

 

Aleksandra

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

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