Blazing brightness disappeared

the desert sleeps and dreams

and soothes the searing memories,

born in the belly of the day.

The holy wafer offered,

the blessing is received,

the endless mystic ritual

still triumphs over hell.

The icy sanctity of night

relieves the fevered brow

of earth’s bright face,

cools bitter sands;

tucks in the sleep-humped hills.

The desert holds the hem of night

and stretches sunburnt hands

to drink the blessed cup of life

which only darkness brings.



About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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