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Speckled dust swirls through the smoky dawn
piling on a dirty window
looking like drifts of tan snow
tumbling o'er a arid lawn
whispering winds through grass do blow.
storm menacing the horizon line
turning a lighted surface dark
waiting for a fire-spark
golden shadow strands entwine
hear the shriek of a shadowlark
echo rings against the wall
of thrashing winds and whipping sand
ghost ship rides high unmanned
roaring rise and creaking fall
raise the sails to float inland
climb a mountains ragged peak
to meet the shaman living lonely
subsisted weed so raw and bony
wait for the wizened one to speak
his countenance barren and stony
reprising words do meet my ears
banished from the evil path
rotten beams my shaking lath
look into my deepest fears
bless me with your topaz staff
dusty grains bind to my skin
protection from slicing squalls
leave the wicked one appalled
smile much to his chagrin
brown wings flare to break my fall.
I'm flying to the hurricane
that rests inside my mirrored mind
dive to tumultuous core to find
the hawk insifde is not my bane
but your face replied in kind
flap your wings and sail for glory
swirling drafts beat down your brow
yet your head remains unbowed
this is no-one else's story
yours alone, so make you proud.