Saturday, November 17, 2012

WHAT IS OR COULD BE

A haze crosses the desert,
Resting on mountains
Jagged and dark,
To the south.

Heaven's sun is clouded
Today, its deep
Orange light is dim.

In a moment of presence,
All is still.

Surely we have wandered
Through the veil,
But
Do not know.

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