Fire and night.
cold desert night.
tongues of flame flickering.
licking the air.
swallowing the darkness
Dune shadows disappear into oblivion
canopy of stars.
sparks of magic
wind buffeting tents.
calling my name
scheherezade storyteller.
Listen.
I have come to listen to the sand and the wind and the stars.
To feel into the soul of the earth.
To dissolve into a grain of sand

Bliss