Dear Diary,
I can’t exactly tell
Where the Desert kisses the Sky.
The silence hides their passion well,
But the smoldering shimmer reveals the lie.
Is it where the dunes reach to embrace?
Or where the valley submissively yields?
Perhaps it’s when a sudden wind does race
Over the seemingly barren and brooding fields.
Electricity trembles where they doth touch.
My senses hum the tune they sing.
So thickly quiet, but speaking so much.
My skin is parched and mine eyes they sting
The blue is brilliant against the sand’s pale clutch
The sun it colors me and the sand doth cling.
Dear Diary .... by Kellianne Sweeney 
Comments on: "Where The Desert Meets The Sky" (2)
Lovely!
Thank you!