Taught winds goes ever so across shivering shoulders,
Tugging dark long hairs over a proud neck. A stark frame,
Lucid in candle light, glistens to the tune of the moon.
Two arms stretch toward the heavens, gliding into a rugged
Coat like the amber glow of a dying fire, warming even
In recollection. And there, apart from sight, sits
A dream, unrealized and uncertain.
The faith of sands curl scented whispers into soft desert touches.
Deafened palms bow forth, dipping in glee toward a well of wings.
Arid eyes trade glances, then gazes like the sun dancing upon the Nile.
A small grin draws open to a larger joy, permeating golden pauses
And ornate silence.
Then hopeful thunder.
And the rains come with no future or past, only endlessly carving her mystery into me.