Echoes Of Silence
We slept through it all, Route 66
coiled, dormant, tempered with sufferings
footsteps to Dead can dance.
The desert reflected: burnt-ginger, amber
spellbound primordial idle tamed of land
soaking mists, fiddle-necks swayed on
sepia lines over’n beyond rippled sand-
dust'd ant hills, abandoned defying gravity.
Chaparral Yuccas and Pencil Chollas
ghostly witnesses to silver-tongue’d moth
circling halcyon light. Manzanitas bowed
monotony of breathing as last breath
trundled from quartzstones, seeking
secrets from ocher plateau..winked.
Somewhere we heard roar of distant shores
lacing wounds, receding in untamed belief.
Visions transfixed towards fireflies whirled
lit in brevity; promise of a new dawn.
Another heaven, another sphere
veils of skin shrouded wizened totem
clenched fists, tumbleweeds
crushed petals of Sacred Datura.
We laid there, trice in truce
restlessness in loins
ears to earth, mouth to wind
only silence echoed in infinity.