[Ariaecheflame]

I traipsed forgotten lands
Which were forever ploughed and
Washed over again and again with chemicals
Flushing away the nutrients and
Leaving it unstable,
Unusable and cracked with salinity.

I questioned my very sanity...
By chasing mirages in the sand---
Finding new places to land
By chance and by plan, I came to
Rest my eyes and heart upon a true oasis.

An oasis of retreat...
Reflection, rujuvination
Underneath the company of
Forgotten stars...
A knowing in my heart that
This one was real.

Scorpions walked across my feet
But no harm came to me...
For scorpions are just messengers and
Not foes to defeat.

I dipped my toes into the
Crystaline water and saw a reflection so
Clear...

The palm trees surrounded me
With whispers of song which
I always hear.

Be that through the birds, the babbling
Brooks... The winds of the desert
The southern cross glistening up high
Guiding me through the night... Or
The wind chimes I left hanging in trees...
Auditory reminders.

I left myself messages
From lives which came before...
I left myself songs
I left myself violets
Scattered along my path.
I left myself red desert rocks
And six pointed stars... I left music in my
Heart.

This empty land is not
Dead or forgotten
As many might think...
This land is my heart
And it thrives and it dances
And it weeps
And it sings.

These things are not insignificant
These things are not reminiscent of
Madness... Rather it is the madness
Which is real.

The land of plenty and the
Land of salinity are one and the same...
The crone and the youth...
Dance the same trance...
The innocent and damned
Sing the same songs
In cycles...

You must listen to the truth in
These songlines.
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Inspired by a book.