Under the desert sky,
scaling mountains and rocky cliffs,
massive boulders,
reaching the peak,
and poking our gaze from the fishbowl
into the blackness beyond,
peering into the abyss above,
admiring the starlight,
the balls of blazing fire dotting the black backdrop,
the moonlight bathing the desert sands,
whitewashing the darkness with silver shadows,
rattle snakes and bonfires,
and mental machinations that twist terrifying thoughts,
and overall relief,
of worry and tension,
memories of cosmic meteors,
that blaze and extinguish in moments,
amongst empty stretches of sky,
uneven horizons of pointed pebble peaks,
around the fire with wide eyes
and smiling cheeks.
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William Dare 