The whole world rolls in slumber
Could be in a sleep deep
Or a nightmare...
Even the restless river
Relaxes for a slower journey home.
In the midst of barren vastness
The traveller's footsteps
Hide from the waning moon shine.
But the wanderer
Too weary to sleep
Is not alone.
A solitary instrument plays
Favourite notes dancing on still air
A whiff of chillness as the melody meanders.
Cold dew covers the ragged stone
Gems shining with the sparse stars.
Myriad rainbows in the middle of a desert.
The sauntering song seeps through the sifting sands...
Monday, June 18, 2007
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