Saturday, May 19, 2012

Petrouchka Alexieva

Painted Dreams 

I love the Mojave Desert
With the Joshua trees
And its timeless rocks
With painted dreams.
Old people say:
“The world began with the rhythm of drums
And the ancient dance under the stars.
If you’d like to read the painted dreams,
Dance with us under the trees.”

I step and swirl; my heart is a drum.
I dance, and dance…
I’m a little part of this ancient time,
Of the dreams today,
And the dreams of tomorrow
-- All at once.
I dance, and dance…under the stars.
The moon gets tired and goes to sleep
The drums get quiet and run away
And only I and the painted dreams
Will meet the day in the Mojave Desert.

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