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 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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem