Sand Storm III Chilliwack BC
Abandoned in a carnival of wind and sand,
alone in the hands of an angry nature.
I could hear a weak, dying whisper
The beat goes on...
the broken rhythm of surrender
the obedient kneel of defeat.
Abandoned in a frame,
the winter cold sent his message
“The season was conquered”
I shed a tear…for a moment only!
Packed my gear, memories and my hopes.
Abandoned, but not alone I thought…
The memory of a broken stem
remains in hope of a flower in bloom.
The promise of spring,
the scent of a forbidden dream.
“Cyrus H. Mafi Copyright 2009”