The day sight wanes
cold familiarity corridors
cigarettes blinking with dusk
through vast last valleys and
darkening peeks into islands of hospitality
strung in dance clapped with joy's foil
to dreams and wisdoms that opening of the tiring memory
that gleaming flight
that caress next to slumber
that roll sleepless
summoning morning sweet mint tea
in the lure of desert
and veil sifting of whispers of Marrakesh