Desert Days

Desert days they stretch beyond, beyond the human frail Like the heat of its haze, that waves goodbye to sanity’s hallucinations, to A horizon of fans farewelling lost ridicule Where only creatures dare hide in a place devoid of belief Yet desert nights will mock the unaware, for beware the shivering thief That slithers under sheets, stealing sips from thirsty dreams Where logic conjures images poisoned by the drowned But if your dreams could see, they would show you colours and wonderment A sky full of diamonds dripping with a vastness so pure All watched by a moon; bone white against the night In a cathedral of dimensions and contrast known only to God Nette Onclaud’s Poetry Contest: In the Desert Mark Trichet 14 September 2014