the cool desert sand
bathes my skin.
under a pale crescent moon
the world becomes
so many shades of gray.
in the distance
the haunting notes
of a duduk borne on a breeze
reach my humble fire.
beneath a flurry of stars
i dare to dream
of my beloved’s sparkling,
faraway eyes.
i’ve stopped counting the years
of this wandering
and pray for rain.
the cool desert sand
bathes my skin.
