wish you were here

i call you a dream
mystical and magical
…arabian nights

……red and fragrant
…middle eastern aromas
spices and sand

colours of heated autumn
oven-roasted
a fallen leaf tapestry

what if I called you a dream?

A long summer day
with overheated breezes
that hit the desert dunes
…with delicate elegance
…creating waves on the sand
of steps
…like
……a nomad’s
………footprints

beautiful

dreams never seemed so sure
this place of sun-lit moments
…never ending
within my temporary adventures

the air replays a daily schedule
of a people’s call to mecca
yet, I have never been hastened
…by the temple ring

my heart is, be still

…I lift my eyes
heaven-ward
throne room of my King
in knowing wonder

and with memories of sand castles
and wish you were here’s
i venture on
to
these long days
consumed
…with so many
once-foreign stories

tomorrow
I may be found again
scribbling my lines in the sand

once again
spelling out
for all
…who come
……to see

I wish,
you were here!

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