Landscape of my Soul #33
Posted: October 12, 2006

The storm pounded on the mountains
A bare-knuckled boxing bout
But the mountains did not weep

 The arroyo widened with motion
A sand-painted, super-highway
But the motion did not reap

 The tear streaks from my eyes are mummified
A dry well of painful farewells and fearful hellos
But the mummies will not sleep

 I look into the distance and see the mirage of you.

-David