Keith Parsons - Arabian Sand

Scissor cut-out camels <br />Strung wide in caravan <br />Set against the mountains <br />Of neatly-piled sand <br /> <br />In some far off Arabian <br />Night of twinkling stars <br />A prize of stock and beauty <br />Tied silken to a Moor <br /> <br />Protected by the master <br />And burning razor steel <br />Guarded by a lover <br />A one-way lover, still <br /> <br />Atop my magic fabric <br />I close within a scent <br />Of very subtle jasmine <br />An aphrodisiac <br /> <br />Lain out in sultry slumber <br />'Neath tents against the sky <br />Shiny threads of wonder <br />Gloat to catch my eye <br /> <br />Ancients and her master <br />Phrophesied this day <br />When sandy fingers come to call <br />To coax the queen away <br /> <br />Few possess the power <br />To blend a splendid love <br />But here it is, eyes collide <br />She arches to above <br /> <br />Some will call this hour <br />The melting of the souls <br />The end of pain and sorrow <br />The spark of life it tolls<br /><br />Keith Parsons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/arabian-sand/