The sandstorm swirls, pebbles and sand
Hitting dour walls
Dance, dance the slow music
Elements appeasing music
Music appeasing elements
Pulse and body and sand
The music is one with the sand that whirls
Hide, hide the face that burns
Close, close the eyes that burn
Because of the storm in the city
No more passion, no more pity
There were mirages with shimmering paths
There were trodden truths and treacherous theories
And home's horizons far, far away.
Dance the slow music
Cease the howling wind, the phantoms
Of the sand that can speak with strange gifts
The old man on his rope-bed with bleary eyes
Remembers and speaks
Of old forgotten things; some people listen
Waiting for the wind to fall
Sand will, leaves will fall, trees that bend
Life stands still, dance the slow music, the sandstorm swirls
Wait and heed nature's call.
Copyright: Rani Turton
I love the flow of this, I love the musical quality, truly a pleasure to read. Ron
Brilliant write Rani...just flows from start to finish...10++++
What awonderful title and poem....oh.the joy of finding a new poet.....John
Beautifully constructed and very informative - this piece is a pleasure to read.... tank you Rani... and top marks from Fay...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The sandstorm swirls, pebbles and sand Hitting dour walls Dance, dance the slow music Elements appeasing music Music appeasing elements.......................Wonderful lines..............written from the spirit that is feeling divine joy............10+++..........