the sand traveler...

his face etched by the winds of time
like the pyramids that were his home
determination sculpted by the sifting sands
like the giant sphinx standing guard in the desert
his skin colored copper by the tides of the red sea
the sands and sea
that bore him on his journey
this journey of eons
this journey through time
through space
other lives
seeking searching through space and time

and time had taken its toll
piercing his flesh with its passage
burning into it the uncharted map of his life
space becoming his tent called home
walking under the harsh glare of the sun

soaring over the moon and sleeping under the stars on his wayward travels
his heart beating in rhythm to the memory of clanking camel bells
a heart fertile still as the nile delta
a heart crimson filled with the blood of his ancestors

but a heart with a missing piece
and it was for this missing piece of his soul that he continued to search

to travel that bound him to never forsake
desolation his only companion as

on he trekked ‘cross sinuous serpentine shapes
his long hair and head cloth his body’s only armor

against the scorching solitude of his journey

and so it was that his hard lean body

with its crimson heart yearned and ached

for that which was missing

which had always been missing from his life

from this life and all the other lives in space and time
until one day in a single moment

where time itself stood still and space no longer spun round

this noble traveler collided with a force so powerful

as to render him to his knees on the burning desert floor of his present life
a force so powerful as to shake him to his core
ramming its way into the deepest crevices of his soul
copper caverns long forgot
a force omnipotent
yet a force he feared not
there was a familiarity to this force
a sense of familiarity that transcended
transcended space transcended time
gripped in the fierce beauty of this familiar stranger 

his heart with the missing piece began to pulsate to push to thrust outward
further outward till at last it was whole again
whole again and fiercely beating
beating in rhythms rampant with life anew a new life
and with his heart made whole so too were his other senses
senses long seared shut by life time after life time of searching
but senses now no longer dulled
in this instant of newly found wholeness
there came to this noble traveler
a sound almost silent almost imperceptible
but a sound nevertheless
a whisper
a soft velvet smooth whisper
that slipped gently through his ears and
down down into his blooming heart
caressing the scarlet vessel...

shhhhh.....
i am here...
you have found me...