DESERT DREAMS

Since you left,

my lonely bed

stretches wide

as a desert plain,

parched for loving,

swept over

by the desert wind

of arid dreams.

The Bedouin tent

of the night sky

is pricked through

by sand-grains of stars,

specks of hard light,

too remote for wishing on.

Choked with dust,

my heart calls out

to an indifferent moon,

whose reply is

the silence of ages.