The Safari

The golden dust, the scent of coming rain, The rising sun on the vast and open plain. A canvas painted in ochre, green, and gold, A story ancient, and so bravely told. The engine hums, a low and patient sound, As the jeep goes searching for hallowed ground. A silhouette of giraffes, tall and serene, A living image on a wild and endless scene The mighty lions, a sun-soaked tawny pride, Hidden in the grasses where their instincts guide. A leopard's shadow, elusive and so rare, Sliding through the thicket with a quiet, watchful stare. The trumpeting echo of the elephant's call, As families wander, moving free and tall. A wildebeest stampede, a blur of motion swift, A thundering promise, a primal, moving gift. And when the twilight paints the sky anew, With fiery hues of crimson and deep blue, The campfire crackles, a low and steady glow, With jackals barking in the dark, and stars that grow. The stillness settles, vast, deep and wide, The wildness stirring, with nowhere left to hi...

Starless Sky

The canvas spreads, an endless, charcoal plain,

A heavy vault, indifferent to rain.

No ancient spark, no pinpoint of the lost,

Just velvet darkness, at a certain cost.


The absent fire, the hidden, empty space,

Reflects no legend, knows no god's embrace.

No pinprick hope, no distant, silver gleam,

Just the deep quiet of a forgotten dream.


The city's lesser lights ascend and blur,

A mimic pattern, a metallic stir.

They cannot fill the silence from on high,

Or pierce the hollow of this vacant sky.


It is a blanket, absolute and whole,

That hides the secrets of the waiting soul.

A perfect, dark, and uninterrupted sleep,

A promise neither heaven nor hell keeps.


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