Walk with me in my desert, barefoot,

Where soles are damp from cool sand,

In this morning dew,

Where saffron melts in the sky like milk,

Drawing swirls over the horizon.

Strands in these hues float,

Swaying into the breeze.

Like a child, I’ll show you

The miracles I discovered today —

Where the wail of the guitar

Awakens tesserae of memories,

Mosaic tessellating in the iridescent

Indigo and burgundy mural.

Then ask you to turn away —

Yet recognize

The tears from the silent pain,

Moments not always explained.

I’ll ask to dance with you, alone,

And for you to journey

With the slipstreams in my words.

And if you let me be,

I’ll weave short the fabric of moments …

For a gesture of cafuné.

Walk with me in my desert,

Barefoot in this morning dew.