September 18, 2008

drifting with the moon


I will take my itchy feet caravan
And go to the desert this week end
I’ll drift with the moon across the quiet landscape
Eyes open wide

At early daylight
I hike through the canyon
And watch the wings of the eagle
Paint shadows
Then I will remember
All there is of you
And the dream as well
I carry everywhere
Folded like a photograph
Soft and frayed and
Blossoming with fingerprints

2 comments:

Frank said...

nice. whish it would be me.

Anonymous said...

oh woman, i feel for you