There are no flowers here The desert stretches vast and sand The cacti dot the landscape And the yucca grows tall. Sand whips into the road A wild night prances with the moon The night is pitch except For the long glow of evening. Whilst I meander through the sand My mind whirls to other ages Other minds and other reels Pictures of a movie past. The landscape always on my mind The sinking ships of ages fall The mercles skies of backrounds proud Meander swiftly through this film. The sailing rights and mariners dream The sail white upon the shore The herald or the messenger sure Greets us on the western shore. Never leave your ship unkept Never task the sailor's dream Never instruct the pilot black His back will kill your merceles dream. Hark to shore and sail away Your only star steers your ship The desert vast is all your dream Never touch the wheel of crime.
Reason for writing:
I had a journey poem in mind. The speaker speaks with some authority and assertiveness. There is not a specific inspiration. I am well read and have read this type of poem from centuries earlier.
Birth sign: Libra
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