Within

Whispering winds call your name
from yesterday,
~
Over rolling hills and
hot red sands,
~
down through Ancient Cities
of the Ocean Blue, and
~
up to the mountains
carving the sky.
~
No stars are touched though.
No Universe in sight.
~
The blood sizzles red in the sand, as your body burns in the oasis of the Water.
~
The Son rises each day,
so does the Daughter.

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2 thoughts on “Within

  1. Mike Crape says:

    Nice verse for this Sunday morning, thanks Tara.

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