Dreamtime

"All that remains are memories
That fall as tears in this desert sand;
Fall, sink and leave me forever;
These tears of anguish for a wasted land." 

So said the voice of the ancient poet,
A voice that carried visions too,
With long forgotten stories of a place
I heard the voice continue:

"I remember a time of plenty;
A time that fell into chaos and war,
I saw the tribes of kangaroos and men
Lost in a blaze that engulfed us all."

"Gone, with parched eyes I lay to sleep
Over an empty desert lost of its rain,
And here in the wasteland I dream;
Waiting for a time to live again."

...

Perhaps the words of my imagination,
Or perhaps 50,000 years of words echoed,
Either way, dreams again painted the desert
As through my fingers the desert sands flowed.

About the poet/painter