in celebration of David Bowie
that #singer who's heart we lead,
a #legend of the holy med,
bringer of joy to be wed,
to the sky given head..
old #Bowie of blood we shed
in the heart we know of legend's folk we know,
an art form to put on the show,
fine weather or snow..
a legend here we go
the desert child (a dedication to a beautiful woman)
consider the nature of the moon..
to shimmer over your naked form..
as the presence of a wine in the cup of thirsty lips,
cusped to the lips of thirsty men..
but in my heart like a rainbow as the sun rises in the desert
the shade of the arising sun in the oasis of your soul,
where for the glittering eyes of the song bird..
the shade of the mighty palms - glittering rainbows sparkle..
on your form - the moisture of the waters upon your lips
as in your hair the sun shimmers - your head thrown back..
a hungry man, no longer has time to think as he..
sweeps you up for that kiss.. to the melody of a new sun.
child of the desert wild