Desert moon

The desert moon

A full moon has risen,
All desert dunes are still.
Calmness of a pre-storm
Softens the night chill.

Nothing appears to move,
The wind is out of breath.
Rays of a weary moon,
Light up dunes of death.

A black snake glides swiftly,
Upon silvery sands.
And a lonely desert mouse,
wanders through dry lands.

Intense winds start blowing,
Sweeping eternal hills.
All secrets of the night,
Carry no more thrills.

Altering shape of sands,
The wind retreats at last.
A full moon shies away,
Night at length has passed.


March 2005 ©