Desert Twilight
Dudley M. Marchi

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​I met you near the old fountain,
your long arm waving slowly,
in the dusty evening sky,
the other absent,
under the sleeve
of your dark green robe.

You whispered what it was like
to watch family disappear. 

Hearts shivering in the wind
under pure white clothes.
Hollow voices still wandering
over the grains of sand.

​But now, the lazy islands in our eyes,
and the deep blue room of your heart.

Later, watching you count faces
on the moon,
feeling the days turn into years,
seeing the people we love,
move on.

And then, hands and thoughts
become tangled in quiet worlds.

​Time to take a closer look
at the dictionary of your soul,
some other time you say.