Scenic Potion

The African firmament floats in grays and red,

over shimmering roads and hills to set.

Clouds of reddish dust dancing in the breeze,

waving lonesome bowed Citadels trees.

The dirt road in constant sandy drift,

while wild life scatting by surviving tiff.

Scorpio on some rocks by the bent,

Hawks searching in circles spent.

The horizon know in darker blue,

the red with less light come through.

Endless dark blues slowly disappear,

as the richness of stars rise in austere.

Two more gates to open until my house,

smelling already dinner to my arouse.

Days and roads are long and hot,

romantic ideals in time just bought.

That castle of natures love devotion,

visions of my soul in potion.