The Tuareg Man

   This is a poem recently composed by an old friend of mine Lin Hennessy  who lives in Somerset UK. I slowly read it out loud to myself, twice and found it to be very soothing I hope it's images do the same for you.

TUAREG MAN

The spirit of a tuareg man

              came to me, 

                    dressed in the light, the blue of the sky,

...........................in the blue robes

     He danced for  me

            and for his land

                   so i could see,

   His bare feet touching, 

      gentle

         moving 

            on his beloved,

               The SAHARA.

Gentle,...... gentle,
         movement, his feet in tune with the land,
                 the shifting, golden sands
                            and the singing stars

He the axis.

            He wore the blue veil,

                   To hide his beauty

                        But,  I ,  can see his, beauty
                                and

                             The harmony of his land.

     So he taught,

           me how to dance again,

                 so i too, 

                

          am
                          dancing the light,

                           dancing the land.

I thank him, for holding the light

Valentines day 2015

© Lin Hennessy