Grains Of Thought Poem by Alexander Raj

Those eyes that wanders the deserts, run dry,
As grains of sand push forth from the bosoms of the land

The inner eye can see me weep, weep tears of blood,
As contours change, vines form and then break amidst the sands…

As the sun sets, a stream of blood drains off the rose bush
A desert as it stands - a rose land, with strewn petals of love…

The inner eye can see me weep, weep tears of blood,
As contours change, vines form and then break amidst the sands…