Down The Rabbit Hole

Unquenched as the prairies I await the July sky Bathed in my tropical heat The ant bides inside I think of a million footfalls-- And cast a thousand dust storms Yet never have I had A blade of February grass Or a butterfly's morning whisper. Beside my parched lips of clay I dream of tired camel hoofs And the shimmering lighthouse. Instagram

Long has been my road to you, My existence through time and space Etched far beyond your life. My world is yours now And yours mine. Instagram

Barren and wasted-- Alone I stand. Past glories forsaken, Good times are behind. Now skies burn slow; Greed grows dim-- And I stand stooped For the last nest to fly. Instagram