Saharan Dreams

Deep breaths of dune red
rest with grounded feet,
Drinking sweet scents with
winds from lands too far.

Beneath lights, painted on black,
Dreams of paired eyes
look on, knowing the
shivering songs being sung.

Only sands know where,
Spread across beating drum,
Longing follows the wayfarer
as he pours out to the sky.

Empty cold yearns for a
presence beyond cotton touch,
Beyond the dirt of floor
that became a home.

Serene nights find their envy
in relentless desire.
On high, prayers wait
to be heard at morning.

Deep breaths, of dune red,
Rest with grounded knees,
Drinking sweet scent of
love in lands too far.



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