Shard awakening

Wandering deserts wilderness song
Highs too hot, lows too cold
Traveling between mirage and mire
Shadow shocked past of present gone by
Into mist abyss where darkness crawls
Eels of salamanders eat dust light flame
And dust to ash all over again
Dusking dawn's awakening song
In millions of seed budding sand
Mysteries answering cry
Why
Soon as ships lighthouse shores
Mirage our present
Leviathan wake
Sinking depth our thoughts
Dormant bottles our ocean
Doormat truth and lies
Entering rooms as sand slips our tides
Shoring frailties and treasures
Washed plates clamshell spits of time
Over ocean roars our mind
Reaching tidal contradiction
Too much not enough
Jackals our night carrion morning
Mind stretch, snap, sometimes shatters
Dustpan ready removal
And dust to ashes all over again
In seed budding sand
Falter frailty treasures
Seed shard awakening.

Denis Streeter  4/28/13