"An empty shell looking for home, she kicked off her shoes and ran-- through the desert, free and wild, like the winds."

Friday, March 19, 2010

Crisis

A twilight glow falls over an endless
foggy haze and rushing winds--
which sweep my heart away, leaving in its path, dust and teardrops
which
blotting out my footsteps
make it harder to keep steady

I pass signs, signals and lightning flashes,
hitting the ground
raindrops shatter
what was left of
weather-beaten harmony
on this path

to unknown destiny
to unknown cities
towns, waiting quietly
up ahead
where this dusty, broken path leads...

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