The Garden of Stone Trees.

Reclined, hood-eyes half closed,
As relaxed as is possible
On sun-forged, foreign ground:
Crusader-vigil rest in
The approximation of shade:
The Garden Of Stone Trees,
Sometime playground of the
Sunset-call genies.


By this hour tomorrow
My sword will be first-blooded –
And named –
A first stain dripped
Onto my soul …
And I may
Still be breathing.


Photo from Wikipedia