Where deserts undulate in moving landscape,
Come away, enter in mirage,
Penetrate hazed sandscape gathered round us,
Whirling golden pockets risen fast,
Ride to dusk in ship upon sands’ ocean,
Sunset beckons, razed relief from noon,
Pilot seas where storms arise grain-weathered,
Obliterate horizons come too soon.
Bow to enter tents, erected shelters, on
Holy ground, collapsed in shifting weights,
Follow dreams, red clouds’ appointed charter,
Abandon all reality at sand’s gate.