Let your heart be a portal for the songs of the universe.

Monday, August 25, 2014

Llano Morning

Waning Moon seeks quiet veils of night
Amid cloud pillows aloft straw seas,
Solo hawk soars into quietudes of light
Ere ball of fire sets ablaze cool breeze.

Rose-colored skies aspire to inspire,
Sunbeams lift pitch dark from cactus spine,
Hush reigns near yucca campaniles afire
Before larks burst into song all but divine.

Trails in mystical brume come to light, alas,
Sunbaked dust whispers of storied tribes,
Horse cultures that rove boundless grass
In steadfast quests of sacred bison herds.

God’s artful fires compel awe and wonder,
Restore hope dimmed by drudgery in life,
Breathe divine remedy into human blunder
And gift serenity to hearts ripped by strife. 

© Ilija Lukić 2014

Llano Estacado Morning
(east of Clovis, New Mexico)

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