Day 35

Desert Dreams

The heat boils down
Torching sand and soil
Boils and burns the skin.
Small lizards scurry across the sand
Not stopping to let the sun win
Searching for small pools of life-saving water.

But at night....
The desert night becomes a desert dream.
Air cools to chill the skin
Bonfires curl up to the sky
Illuminating the pitch black night
Dancing wildly around the flames.
Horses running through the sand
Their shapes free-flowing and forming again
Echoing hoof-beats trump the air
As the beating of young lovers hearts
Join in the wild roar of the wild
Yelling to the mountains
Joining the coyotes
In a primordial yell of freedom and of night.