The Now, The Here
Of our Azure lineage
A Saharan Fable.
He Danced the Field
The painful act of war performed by brave guardians.
Clash the colors on the Castillan canvas along the cream cathedral, I cross away… To the dream painted scenery etched along the winding Spanish walk, Where the Tormes river runs to night, Light drops, and let rise the indifference of stars over a Roman bridge. The bulls run rampant Across millennia, splash the turquoise…