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My very first poem, written while in the Egyptian Western desert. Working on an oil rig I had detached myself from the rig one evening. Far enough to be able to see what was going on, but in the silence that the desert can give. 

Horizons Did you ever sit on the desert sand And watch day die and night claim the land? And dreaded the sight of the stars and the moon As they carry with them the dark and the gloom? But no matter how dark and so cold it may seem With the lonely hush so terribly mean There is always the light and the warm joyful sound When your mind starts to drift as you look all around. For you already know that the day comes alive When the sun raises it's head over dawn crimson skies Lighting the land for all to see So they can return from wherever it be It's the same when I leave you for so many days The loneliness coming in so many ways But when my mind drifts my gloom becomes bright For you are my day to comfort the night.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 8/6/2014 7:54:00 AM
Stunning :)
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Date: 8/5/2014 3:48:00 PM
How beautiful this is!!!Charma
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Thomas Mansfield
Date: 8/6/2014 2:55:00 AM
Thank you Charmaine. Your comments are very much appreciated. I have also had a look at a couple of yours. Impressive. Living in Malta too I can sometimes feel, hear, see and smell the things you talk about. Lovely poetry.
Date: 8/1/2014 2:32:00 AM
POET LAUREATE MATERIAL DUDE! WOW!
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Date: 8/6/2014 2:56:00 AM
Hi Robert. Sorry it took so long to get back you you. I have been doing some travelling around and access has been scant to say the least. Thank you so much for your comment. Hardly poet laureate material but it made me feel so good.

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