The setting sun now breaks my drifting dream
and threads that needle to my passion’s flight
resplendent in its dignity, our scene
compels imagination with delight.
The fading sun now cools to lighter air
and calm, our camels rock the dusty swells.
A steamy haze along horizon’s flare
where desert’s dying colors cannot dwell.
Sahara haze, mysterious and stark.
Intrigued, I hasten to his silken tent.
I hurry to my soul in evenings dark.
We coast in caravans of eons spent.
Slow burn and then the quickened, bold desire
as when Sahara sands alight with fire.