Sands of the desert are legion

like days in the desert we live

stinging who wander the region

twixt suns and the births they give.

Our empyrean fiery friend

spins madness in the dance of dreams

concealing starting point and end

with endomorphic cosmic schemes.

Our maker formed the world outside,

but we the one within;

our shores are shaped by every tide,

our love by what it’s been.

Infinity’s refracted slivers

crystalize as moments lived;

love shall pattern glassed quicksilver

accordingly as lovers give. 

The tall mountains of periodicity

stand mountain high around the intervale

and scatter our most cherished dreams

down pathways of eternity.

1972 Memphis