Through Midnight Deserts Poem by Graham Leese

Through Midnight Deserts



When the sky went that peculiar orange-pink

Grapefruit hue I sold all I had and ever needed,

To many market men at the golden bazaar.

With little gear; a simple side bag, sneakers,

Ambiguous black jacket and lean jeans I set off

Through midnight deserts and twilight forests.

At the beck and call of a latent moon and laconic

Tide I ventured east to your forgotten lands;

Passing priests and producers, solemn widows

And petty painters, orphaned children, San Fran

Junkie shakers, small time bakers and soothsayers,

Wizards and players alike, I noticed humanities gaze.

Through the craters of Chechnya to the empty beach

Views that desecrate Nice, I looked upon humanities

Gaze and a beacon; lighthouse trails on the road

To distant sands. When I finally crosses the oceans,

To the white cliffs and scarce land, north to the city

That now sleeps in all eternity; I found myself

In a quiet town, Finchley, in your arms.

I was home once more.

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