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Jewels of Fortune

In Search of Her

Climb, Climbing Higher 

Light tears from your eyes

fade down your cheeks

This space close to my heart

I carry every day

Climb, climbing miles

to reach your high fortress

Come ride with me son

She’s far out of reach

Her dark well is deep

Fathoms below the Sultan Sea

Nothing but a drip

Cold drip on a dark day

Listen son and be wise

Keep your heart on the path

Like a bandit she lies in wait

To steal the true jewels of fortune

Father, I hear your counsel

And strive to obey your command

I’m set on destination

Hill of fire, somewhere in this land

My passion burns, burning deep

The chance I take is thriving by my hand

Come ride with me son

She’s far out of reach

Her dark well is deep

Fathoms below the sea

Nothing but a drip

Cold drip on a dark day

Ten days riding

High in the desert

My tongue

longs for her drink

Sweet dew from

her fountain

Winning waves

of wonder

Riding her ripples of joy

Where mirages of heat waves

undulate valleys and peaks

through Arabia’s heartland

Day to day surfing delirium

Longing for the shade of the palms

with dates and more dates to come

Come ride with me son

She’s far out of reach

Her dark well is deep

Fathoms below the sea

Nothing but a drip

Cold drip on a dark day

Lord, I hear your word

My dry tongue is parched and pasty,

My cheeks chapped in this serpentine wind

I seek refuge in the well

of cool springs

where I may lose myself in the

waters below the palms, yielding shade, dates, and daisies

For only a short time do desert

daisies blossom, yellow and orange

in bright abundance

A fragment of time

My son, save

your dew, what dew

you have left

For the lilies near

the swift waters that flow day and night, last forever!

Enduring the journey of your youth

You may drink eternally

from her well, blue and bright

Flowing through life’s plight

Her living wells providing water for

Your temple and harmony for your

soul

Knock, knock, stumble

Here I am at your door,

I have dry tears of longing

for you and I tonight

Sweet time to take

sip from the cup

A drink of passion

Rest my horse and saddle

Long journey past

Embrace me tight and hard

Steal my jewels of fortune 

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Tony Martello
Tony Martello

Tony writes allegorical poems and short stories about surfing, romance, and nature. He left his cush medical sales job to pursue his dream of fiction writing. Dive into his colorful stories!  Read on and be transformed in under 5 minutes...

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