Mad Dance

The desert wind trembles wisps of chill
a little quiver, a delicate shiver of thrill .
In front of me lay the immense desert
an ocean of sand grains twinkling twilight
each tiny prism preserving a grain of universe.

A sad full moon rises over the steely horizon
a smooth rustle, silky slither of deadly poison
a frosty forbidding silence rules this dominion.
A majestic desert creature flies across the blues
spread wings, the adobe around the moon flutters.

Someone afar sings a ballad so beautiful, it hurts
in a tongue so ancient and so fragile, it comforts.
A theme of intimacy and intrigue; a tale of strangers,
of intertwined heartstrings and mysterious desires
and the pain transpires through the moonlit mirages.

And somewhere else in the shadow of another dune
another dances.. a mad dance to the tune of a raging fire
My heart! My heart .. it starts to beat .. move .. melt
hypnotic, melancholic, powerful .. at once all consuming.
The rhythm invites me to be with the force and I obey!