Jewels of Fortune
somewhere in Arabia
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 patiently
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, it's 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 , 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
a 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 for the 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 a sip from the cup
a drink of passion
rest my horse and saddle-
It's been a long journey past
Embrace me tight and hard
steal my jewels of fortune
About the Creator
Tony Martello
Join an author like no other on various tales that entertain, philosophies that inspire, and lessons that transform us. He is inspired by nature, the ocean, and funny social interactions. He is the author of Flat Spell Tales and much more.
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