Photo
this is my only dream
josé, 2015


In the lines of my hands
you see glowing sands
and the hidden prophecy
of the desert destiny


Swift desire of wind
in our bodies grind
and words are veins
of our insane brains

Days came as a quiet tide
hiding from inside
the deep life blossom
of a fire, dark and awesome.

Neither the first nor the last
neither future nor past
we are just becoming one
midnight shining sun.
josé, 2015

music
Nicholas Lanier: No more shall meads (Love's Constancy); Anna Dennis & Voices of Music
https://youtu.be/25d6PFr272M