Somewhere far off beyond the sand dunes and a ragged sky-piece pierced with the last of camel hooves tired in pursuit of a long day, the evening in its bridal finery finally lets the day sleep in her arms.
Somewhere a sea rages in an impatience of gold and green of mustard fields of footfalls of silence closing in on moments again.
Somewhere somebody lights a candle of dreams in a back yard of my desire
