Moon Fire

As a child I dreamt
Of ships in the dessert
And of burnus and sandstorms

Of beduins around the campfire
My brothers in arms and protectors
Nights in a tent, so much more than a home

I the watchful dreamer, the irascible child, heatedly
Weaving on his floating carpet
On which I, as a child of His light and air, can rise

I await the wind, His breath, His prayer
For who calls whom in this waste
I only know that He misses me and I Him





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