Topic Tags: dreams

Were you there, in wisps // of dreams that eluded me? // Maybe you’re off doing whatever // soul work awaited you. Or poof, // evaporated.

At sunset the oryx finds water inside shrubs. // Magician of the desert, it links its straight horns to the sky.

“Keep faith / with the brightness / of all things good…”

“Can we fill ourselves with breath / of kindness, breath of calm?”