Flying thru haze of memories and unformed dream
I spread my wings over extent of chaotic desert
Travelling thru time and imagination forbidden desert
From now to then I travelled to lands of legends and myths
Over primal dunes of Time of gaseous consistence
Out of nowhere the beating of drums echoed thru colored
Foggy atmosphere, the abode of Iram of the Pillars
Mighty Urum, of the House of the mighty Aads
Forbidden house of the Ages, antique city of the Djinns
Great cave temple underground forgotten fortress
Witness of the great angelic war, the fall of Dark Sheitan
Disincarnated voices, fantomatic spectral choir
Reverberated from secret underground chambers
Exotic ghostly dancer undulating hips, beating tambourines
Desert sirens seducing mirage to the lost doomed traveller
an ecstasy of creation Richard, work of sheer imagination, a spectacular poem, I must find music that works my mind in such a way, its exotic to say the least :)
Just superb, dear friend, superb! I daresay, I seem to recall an most interesting circumstance wherein I had been visiting my dear friend the Abbot at his monastery in service to the Church of England. During a loud and lengthy prayer session, I reached such a state of euphoria that my body underwent prophetic sublimation and I was reduced my more devious atomic particles. It was most interesting as I could submerge particles in ether and dry sherry whilst my other particles could conduct deviant behaviour in the folds of the maidservants' gowns! Bully!
Been writing 1967 photographer since 1969 been a small time journalist , a camera salesmans graduated in Classical Studies , archeology and religion history unfinished a master in Ethnolinguistic on M.. more..