Dessert Sight
Dessert Sight
Dessert Sight
By Michael R. Sears
9-4-10
Dessert sand between my feet
Slips silently without notice.
That dessert sky so long and wide
Strung with star light's night
Brilliant with day star's might
Sings it's songs of silent verses
Sweet sounds of peace
Sung on days hot winds and nights cool breeze
One's mind to fit like tailored suits
Beneath the blue above the tan without roots
Clear like a mind at rest with no band
Just silent music played and harmonizing sand
Coyotes and whippoorwills, hawks and buzzards join in
A distant chorus plays from some strange instrument,
Percussion of the rattle snake showing,
The snares faint brush, the sand blowing
And brought back to man's mark by the whisper of a jet
Streaking at 40,000 feet, its white tail is set
Full of men and women, laughing and talking,
Not seeing me below nor the magnificent dunes stalking
And soon is gone into history, lost to civilization
While I muse at the lands lay before me and the sun
Its silent dimensions stretch out, alive almost,
Shouting a mysterious message from a heavenly host,
I do not yet understand.
Owned by someone but owned by no one but God,
Who let me borrow it for a moment, to posses it as my own,
Owned by someone but owned by no one but me,
To do with it as I please. To relish its grandeur,
To replenish and recharge my mind's eye,
So I can plainly see the space between the land and sky.
Dessert Sight
By: Michael R. Sears
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