"ARABIAN NIGHTS"

by s.p. burke

When crimson sunsets bleed into grey
the call to prayer, marks...end of day,
Time slows. Moments remain.
Now, one more day closer.

Winds curl across the sand,
much cooler now, as they land,
light kisses on my face and hands,
rolling stress right of my shoulders.

A million jewels shimmer at night,
both crystal clear, and brilliant white.
My gaze enraptured...locked tight.
At peace. Approaching closure.

Now finally, I drift to the deep
release of relaxing sleep.
My dreams? The memories I keep,
of how I feel when I hold her.

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