Poem - 18 October 2016, 15:46

Sandman

What is this death

First a vision of the desert

Followed by a swallowing of the tongue

And the pain in the belly

The mirage upon the sand dunes

Where the eagle flies

Waiting for the passing

Walking towards the water

In the hot desert sun

The buzzards on the eyes

Stumble and fall,

Disintegrating into the death

Disappearing in the sand

Layers upon layers

After a thousand years

The face appears in the dunes

The face of the dead man

Prehistoric and forgotten

Buried forevermore

Until the West winds reveal

Blowing their form across dust

Upon dust upon dust

To the final moment

The revelation of the sandman

Upon his knees in prayer for What is this death

That brings back to life

The honour of time

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Paranormal

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Tony Taylor18 October 2016, 18:08

Wow!! ~JAI MASTERS!!.....what gorgeous poetry.....just such a fine example of beautiful phrasing.....speaking to the afterlife and the possibilities lying unknown to the passage of time......you're amazing my friend.......ALL STARS!!.....just gorgeous writing........well done.......LOVE and ROCKETS!!.....T xo ?

Jai Masters18 October 2016, 18:10

Dear Tony

i am born in the desert and

will die there too,

where are you born?

Thank you my good friend

I think we will meet.

LuV Jai:)

Tony Taylor18 October 2016, 18:38

Hey JAI!! I was born in Franfkfurt, Germany.....my father was military......lived all over the world....spent a few in Australia......I too believe we will meet brother!!......smiles..:.T ?

Jai Masters18 October 2016, 18:46

One day!!

Jai Masters18 October 2016, 18:56

Thank you for purple love &

hugs; I always see your picture in my mind.

LuV Jai:)

ℙ𝕆𝔼𝕋𝔼𝕊𝕊𝔻𝔸ℝ𝕂𝕃𝕐19 October 2016, 14:23

another gorgeous write Jai!

Jai Masters20 October 2016, 01:27

Much appreciated Lisa;

kind regards Jai:)

Larry Ran23 October 2016, 09:12

My Brother Poet Jai,

The sandman brings only rest to his subjects. It is the Reaper that takes them off our beloved planet. So I laud the sandman, for he brings you slumber that you wake from. Yet, I curse the Reaper, for when he brings you to sleep, it is forever.

Peace and Love,

xox Larry

Jai Masters23 October 2016, 12:51

Thanks Larry!!

evil will not outlast the good;

I think you know that, the new

generation will see to that.

New life. LUv Jai:)