Alphabet Rain in the Desert
By Ben Miller
In the forward flowing sands amongst the freedom chimes
We stood in the wind sages burning
No direction but to rise and no motion in the sound
Clouds and letters descending in alphabet rains
But still we are lost on the high and lonesome long time road
That twists around that craggy and teeth filled mountain
Following hints and clues left for us to dissolve in our bodies
Only inherited for this brief spark of journey
Must we return it when we’re done like a rented soul jacket
Must we solve all your clues or is it enough to leave
Anchors in our dreams and screams avalanches on those desert walls
Slithering down endless roads of trying
