Let's melt the ice in our minds
with the fire of our hearts.

We will strike the hollow bells
until the poems' pealing voices
howl like wild wolves.

We could be dancing dervishes,
our bodies twirling so fast
that reality blurs.

Then spent, we shall fall to the sand
and watch the stars spin their mythology
to the edges of our universe.....

Wandering
along the arroyo.
Dry.
Wondering
"Where
are my Words?"
Leaving
no stone unturned.
Waiting
for the flood
of ink
to gush again
from my empty fingers.
Staining
the page.
Quenching
my Soul.