In Gaspar’s Footsteps

Following the routes of kings
Mahmud retraced old steps
Where once a great star
Had blazed & seared lapis skies
Lighting a sacred way
Where rivers hid in rocks
Where hoot owls stared
In blackest nights
And by an icy brook
Cupping cold handfuls
Of truth, like the ancient magi
As if he relived their quest
As if…he too was approaching
A purpose far beyond himself
On a dusty road, a desert way


© 2015 S. Michaels
Along Silk Roads


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