Incense burns nearby wafting, assaulting me in heady daze Colors coalesce, shift within vibrant hues Then blaze then dull to swerve to greys Noises drift off as I turn into a side street Cobblestones crumbling lined by stark walls A faint humming from an open window Where laundry hangs flapping in the breeze Even more distant horns beeping, voices call From the marketplace where vendors and patrons meet My steps are random, slow and unsure Thoughts trying to form into a single line What dark melody in my mind does then bestir With a single word paramount, a single place lost in doubt To understand my musings, when the lure of possibility takes hold How trains of thought are found then lost How dreams spin in and out First hear the story then decide Once upon a time there was a maiden who had a dream In that dream the maiden is myself, living a few years hence In a land on the coast of Africa where green valleys drop into the sea In a white house on a hill above the valley In a place wh
Everything is open to the winds of chance.