Crawling across the barren cactus wilderness... Chasing this impossible dream... He followed the mirage of an exotic wild river wide, flowing effortlessly through his mind made illusions, beneath the sweltering desert sky...
a poem by Harlon Rivers
Crawling across the barren cactus wilderness
Chasing this impossible dream
He followed the mirage of an exotic wild river wide
Flowing effortlessly through his mind made scenes
Beneath the sweltering desert sky
Beneath the sweltering desert sky
Rippling down stream towards the refreshing Ocean’s tide
He searched charily through a labyrinth of chimera
While standing on the brink of delirious splendor
While standing on the brink of delirious splendor
Spiny leaves awakened all senses of uncertainty
Mystic static air excites his sun wilted skin
Enticing infinite reborn senses to come alive
Imagination’s dreams evolve into distinct possibilities
A daydream of an erotic fragrant, vibrant flower
Pricking his heart, drawing blood with her cactus quill
A figment of a poignant hallucination
Inching slowly, slithering and frayed
Wearing his heart on his sleeve
Too thirsty to drink, once bitten, twice shy
At the crossroads of an oases
The illusion of a meandering basin river turned far, deep and wide
The mysterious desert flora hid bashfully
Behind a sun faded shadow of solitude,
With her taproot in a desert spring’s bedrock
Her beauty reflected in the twinkling of his eye
A prairie wolf paces in the distance
Vultures are gliding in the arid desert skies
Silhouettes gracefully soaring in hazy solar disguise
Coyote, was just listening to the blustering wind howl
Blowing the drifting sand over
the lonesome travelers’ trail of trials
"Taunt and tease prickly pear blossom
Share the simple life of the prairie breeze
While I’m crawling through pebbles and cobbles
Over bedrock through sand dune fields to the sea
Your splendors draw me to your spring water oases
The spirit of your abundant soul set me free"...
© 2012 Harlon Rivers
3 comments:
oh my.. so beautiful.. where do I begin.. there is so much passion it is almost overwhelming.. the longing of a soul for solace in a loving embrace.. exquisite..
olla
Olla... You just completed the day when you show your complex you...Maybe it isn't the "high desert" but the thoughts of the unexperienced experience are calling and have been on my mind. Cactus maybe absent to the north but dreams and imagination are not in short supply...one of the reasons I do this is because you come here and make my day...
story of my life. carry on...
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