THE blue sky Turing pink with night time storms on the rise, fading into the slate grey mountains then into the red rocks
the stars come out, promising that the universe exist, for the sun blinds us of our place in the milky way
he stands there with a fire burning hoping it will burn the demons from his soul
naked and unashamed, skin reddened an angel tattoo adorns his back, her wings spread out breast full and ample holding a crystal ball, her eyes saying something only a man that is her lover would understand
his whitish hair catches the wind and that glim in his eyes
the fire light reflects on those worn torn scars
he holds out his arms to the night almost daring god to come and take him
his clothes stained with blood, his soul stained also
the blood of evil of sinners, the same type of soulless degenerates that took her , shamed her , tore her apart, he exist for vengeance, time is an illusion for him
he chose to stop counting the years until they just became nothing, he dose not live in the metaphoric hourglass, he is pass the man made devise, something he soul shares with the universe
the sound of the desert eases his anger heart. tears run down his face for her , he sheds them alone, only the coyotes' in the distant see this and howl on his behalf for his pain
he nods in genuine gratitude of the jester
heat lighting comes crashes down near him , it lights up his face, a demon n angel, a man , maybe the judge, jury, and executioner the exquisite way that it illuminates all of it
the fire dwindles down, the sky turns darker , its a new moon
timothy Jacob lays there in that darkness of the desert, and knows his place in it
carrie ann kawa 8/2007
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