Deserts are my abode

Harsh and inhospitable

Intolerant to errs and follies

That mar us so



In its aloof majesty

A desert has no companion

Vast empty lands, dead and lethal

Enemy of life

Harboring in its dark bosom

Ageless secrets

Countless footprints

Silenced echoes

Forgotten graves



There is a special charm of deserts

A secret magic of their own

Maybe one senses it when clear starlight


Pierces the desert night

and wind flows like honey

Careful ears hear songs long forgotten


In the pristine moonlight, the dunes lie waiting like a devoted lover

Or perhaps one is bewitched when


The burning heat of day

drives the air to madness

And the wind, in its fit of rage

desecrates the boundaries of dust and sky



These deserts are my abode