I can almost smell the dust
that ‘nowhere’ feeling
A hot sun beating down to the brow
A searching mind dissecting itself

Darkness measured by starlight
Time lived up to in silence
The winds always brought more laughter
The road always lead to revelation

Sometimes the photographs tell a tale
Sometimes the words trace old patterns
Sometimes the gaze shows desire
Reverse the spinning earth and it’s broken phrase

I wonder if I will ever feel the same
The eveness of feeling has long gone
Time now is just a habit
I still yearn for days of moonlight rituals & dusty games