You are like the hot desert touching the sky
with the Earth dancing teasingly in arid waves,
Your colors entice the sands like Spanish fly.
All around you, at your feet, like slaves,
Your smile brings a sunset of comfort to the burning.
When the earth and sky come together with fire
spreading content to those who dare discerning
and promising The Oasis of Desire.
The clouds become part of the connection
…a touch you can not see, but you know it exists
for all of the evidence of advection,
and happy sounds in the midst
of the world serving her Master.
Until, finally the moon shows her face
and you disappear, raster by raster
under the cover of her embrace.