Monday, September 23, 2013

Wist

Wadis come to life
Streaming Eastward
From the setting sun;
Dust and water mingle,
Tears for the memory
Of Eden -
Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust.

Time is a tiny sphere
In the palm of my hand.
I peer at the changing colors
Stained red with my blood:

A filter for you.