Eye of the Sahara - Following Light, Michael A

Patience my heart

Don’t rush in

Let this hunger forsake

All that evil that waits courageous

Her body is the temple

I must enter

As an armoured poet crawling under the wires left by her

Say, you can hear them

Black doves sing for you

As the rhythm starts again

Drums awake these tombs

Resurrection for the dead

A Creole distant gloom

You can never own me

Like you own the desert

You can never burn me

As if you were the sun

You will never possess me like your own

Sahara in an hourglass

Reason with me (contradictions again)

Humor me

If it’s dry as this ink, made by queens for their kings, heads will roll

Frozen by words (No answer so cold)

Howling winds (heading north)

A creation supreme for the blind and the week, pyramid

Say, you can hear them…

You can never own me…

What if redemption was an art for the damned

The opposite reflection showing us our true sense

You can never own me… (I can’t carry this weight)

You can never burn me… (It's too heavy for me, I’ve seen too much)

Sahara, Sahara, Sahara… you dry my eyes

In an hourglass