We Echo Sound Pathways In Silk Satin Black Night

some cacti bloom at night when the sun banished burns
not with a harsh consuming light
in sweat scent of timeless mystery under endless cinders
of sown mystic milky way our souls flame bright
eyes not blinded by a cruel sun burning grains
of sand we echo sound pathways in silk satin black night


Copyright © Terence George Craddock

by Terence George Craddock (afterglows echoes of starlight)

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