United by decay <br /> <br />Men without shadows <br /> <br />Rise from the desert of wisdom <br /> <br />And bridge islands with sands on soles. <br /> <br />We may be brothers after all in all the days before tomorrow. <br /> <br />First ignored <br /> <br />Then embraced <br /> <br />And finally destroyed <br /> <br />Our thirst for solace is insatiable. <br /> <br />We may be brothers after all in a tragic topography. <br /> <br />The age of myth is a new sun <br /> <br />Where the timbre of voices illuminates <br /> <br />The air of possession bearing witness: <br /> <br />This enchanted forest belongs to a child. <br /> <br />We may be brothers after all in a spread without landmarks. <br /> <br />The storyteller unfolds her elegant lot in life - <br /> <br />A palimpsest of solitude <br /> <br />Distant musings of delay <br /> <br />A grating lure sometimes a ploy a dance or long spells of silence. <br /> <br />We may be brothers after all in a language of paradise and paradox.<br /><br />Ilham Ahmed<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/phantasmagoria-3/
