Song, Sand and Silver | Ekphrastic Poetry

At midnight’s hour in a moonstruck desert,
a weary figure lies on her troubled back;
drowsing to the sound of the flowing stream,
light-footed she floats in her Elysian dream.

Warm is the glow of the shape-shifting sand,
parched and grey are the hills looming afar,
she rests her head on a strewn striped robe,
her ebony skin shimmering under dotted stars.

A lone wanderer skilled in the musical arts,
the desert wind carries her melodious strain;
after a day’s long singing in her mystical tune,
soundly, she sleeps beneath the glinting moon,
amidst the changing forms of golden sand-dunes.

A desert lion with silver mane and keen eyes
ponders over her in the glimmering light;
guarding her deep sleep with watchful eyes
as she dreams of home, her kin and kind
of worlds beyond and their wondrous sights.

Sweet repose, we wish our traveler tonight;
may she find peace in her rolling dream-tide,
under the soothing hues of the misty blue sky
in the idyllic calm of the ethereal desert night.