Song for the Karoo – Helen Lockhart

lowyour0001The Karoo…

where the dust settles on my skin

where the wind calls my name,

where my heart beats to every footfall

where the open road spills into the sky above

where the grassy plains wave

where the mountain looms at the end of the road

where my soul aches to live

and yearns to lie down and die

where the windmills crank their weary song

where the stars flash morse code from life far away in the universe

where camels blink in the moonlight

and horses fly on dreams

where roads lead everywhere and nowhere

where people’s faces are etched with the winds of change

where magic and mystery walk hand in hand

down valley roads, glancing over their shoulders, beckoning me with secretive glances

where sacred ibises are hurled against the majesty of the blue sky

where hadedas call the night

where dusty dogs run free in streets of gold

where owls know me by name

where I learned to fly for the first time

where wise men seek the light

where each step is a dance of karoo magic

where the spaces in between are filled by heaven

where the earth is mine

where my soul finds its rest

where peace is in every breath

where I inhale and

know I’ve come home

2 thoughts on “Song for the Karoo – Helen Lockhart

  1. johann says:

    Just loved this poem. Was told before that this place ‘grows’ on you and from the words here I can believe that now. Well done – and thank you for sharing so vividly…

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