Mystical Desert Dunes

Swimming through the sand, surface in a haze,
shake the people's heads, thank them for taking space
remembering your face.
Forgive them if they can't recall...anything you said.

                          ,~o~'

I will mark this as the day I first would learn to see,
since a youth I always knew the truth would set me free.

Journey through the desert, stab a cactus for a drink,
eat the seeds of mystics, put a twist on how you think.

Hit your knees and beg a deity for rain,
gather every tear she bleeds and wash away the pain,
cut your wrist til sins are bled and keep the sand it stains,
bleed your sins and keep the sands that soak up all your stains.

Stay until the moon begins suffusing cryptic words,
tell a mystic every deepest secret you have heard...

Tell her all your greatest fears and pressures on your mind,
never leave the desert here while drowning in your pain,
never end a mystic trip til you resolve the pain.

In these dunes of sand you'll find the passages of time,
tunnels to the moon..through the craters of your mind.

In this place you clearly hear the visions in your head,
in your head you now envision every word she said.

                          ,~o~'

Swimming through the sand, surface in a haze,
shake the people's heads, thank them for taking space
remembering your face.
Forgive them if they can't recall anything you said.




(~o  I wrote this to a tune I made up in my head ~ verses probably read more like a song....I was envisioning some Jim Morrison in the desert sort of thing....~o)