You Were There

I like to think that you were there when muezzin trills called to prayer. Calm stillness drifted in au clair, my thoughts were pining on the air. I like to think that you were there as pastel-colored skies so rare unfolded day's soft morning glare. A comfort holding no compare. I like to think that you were there in uniform, so debonaire! A dream of mine and yours to share. We two were one, a single pair. Desert winds shifted sandbars bare with hateful, boastful, intense flare. As I stand in hypnotic stare, I like to think that you were there.