A dhow glides noiselessly across the blue lagoon,
sails billowing gently in the following breeze,
drawing an arrow wake behind it.
Watched from a distance by a silent Sphinx Distant,
aloof, who has seen so much,
But over the eaons has said nothing.
Whilst behind waving palms,
The sand dunes whisper and sing.
Their tops blown by the wind Forever changing shape
Twilight creeps in, and night falls,
the Milky Way drifts like a chiffon scarf
across a dark blue velvet sky.
A pi dog barks, a forlorn sound,
a lone camel answers with a groaning grunt.
Quiet wavelets lap the sandy shore.
At last all is hushed, and tranquil.