Same Sky Different Rain.

David Wakeling

To sit on white stone in the Simpson Desert and watch dark clouds forming,
Washes doubt and fear away, for this is the place where love waits for its time,
The heat and the pain have no place at night as they do in the morning.
The parrots can finally fly and desert creatures can perform their mime.

And as the Australian outback sits down and begins its screaming,
The soft black men come together and light a fire in grief,
They speak of the kangaroo and the long walk from their dreaming,
They turn the logs for love is a burning whose warmth lies beneath. 

Misery falls from an old man's eyes but his son grins with delight,
For he can hear the singing and see in the distance the faces being made,
His black brothers paint their faces and dress in feathers of white ,
For there is a moment when the heart forgets to be afraid.

With heads held high they walk back to their camps and wait for the dawn,
Knowing how to dance at night they fear not the coming of the white sky in the morn.

  • Author: David Wakeling (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 1st, 2025 00:20
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  • sorenbarrett

    I love mythology and this poem paints such a cultural picture of myth and history it takes me there. A fave

    • David Wakeling

      thank you.I'm glad you went on that journey.Your comments are much appreciated

    • arqios

      I’ve always wanted to visit the Simpson! And lake Eire to boot. Your excellent poem will have to suffice🕊🙏🏻

      • David Wakeling

        Its an amazing place.Thanks for commenting compadre

        • arqios

          You’re most welcome 🙏🏻🕊

        • Tony36

          Excellent write David

          • David Wakeling

            Thank you so much compadre

            • Tony36

              You're welcome

            • Tony Grannell

              Oh! I'v really enjoyed this one. To be welcomed into a night in the Simpson Desert and aboriginal folklore where, 'soft black men come together and light a fire in grief,' is beautifully descriptive poetry as is the poem in its entirety. Just lovely. Well done indeed.

              All the best,
              Tony.

              • David Wakeling

                Thank you for your kind critique.Mucho appreciado mi amigo



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