Morning arises
to reveal the Caravan
of Dreams.

The scent of
distant stars settle
amongst merchants.

A spell betwixts
my befuddled eyes;
she calls to my heart.

Wine flows
plentiful as a river;
I am clay.

Intoxication fuels
the beat of passion,
the music of hunger.

The dawn reaches
for my reddened eyes;
she is gone, the wind
has taken her.

05/14/2009