sheltered in wooden dusty
Days and nights
Are eternally tiring
And brokenhearted weeping
Is the only remaining reminder
Of grace when it wasn't under pressure...
Alibaba of my mind hid the donkeys fed and tied
waiting hidden for the thieves atop a tall juniper tree...
ears attuned sharp
to catch the stomping of the hoofs afar
raising dust and terror along
Alibaba of my mind
still clung on
in the lure of treasure laden promises
of the mystifying cave below
opening to incantations yet unknown to him...
let the fable mesmerize
the Morgiana in me
daring yet to knife the thieving goons away
dancing to the zither in Alibaba's dome...