I stumbled like an ant, through
Blood red sand.
it was in my shoes when the
soles wore through -
now it's in my
feet, as they wear too.
Toward a fountain of being,
eons away; but
closer than i could ever say.
The dust under my
eyelids isn't why I cry.
It's so I can taste a tear,
and Be, before I die.
Comments
LawOfTheOne | March 12, 2008 - 22:10
Great stuff. It felt like a Dali work turned into a poem. Blood red sand and tasting a tear, excellent.
keleph | March 12, 2008 - 22:56
Cheers man.
I love Dali's texture's, but i hope this is a bit easier to understand than his overall pictures.