Azuri Elska Namaari

Mirage of burnished mystic mark,

Gypsies resound their muted rhyme,

For worship cloaked within the arc

Of crevassed ruins tattered in time

Long forgotten souls lay suppressed

In badland shores, now only lifeless

No single vibrant breast

Can be heard as bold…I confess;

As bold as the lost innocent doll in the sky

Wandering within the red, zinc, corrupted tide,

Desperately searching for someplace dry

Begging for someoneto be his guide.