So fly into the warm and flavoured east,
To float in deep and soft abrasive salts,
To dance upon the cliffs of rosy stone
With all the dust of deserts in your feet.
To stand within a cradle of the earth
Your footprint where an ancient footprint lay
To wander where long history has worth
A place beyond the past or present day.
And will your thoughts meander as you float?
And will you drowse a dream in blanket haze?
And will the sun tattoo your precious skin
To darken contours to a deeper shade?
Enjoy the world and all its writhing life.
Walk gently in its valleys and its hills.
When you return I’ll sit here at my screen
To read the windy dust of traveller’s tales.