Faye Sizemore

DESERT DREAM, 2005

With clouds of silver
floating in the night sky
… gently obscuring
the stars here and there…
I showed my love how much I care…
and we made sweet love…
no one seeing but the stars above
on our home’s dewy green grass
… as the clouds made their pass
With our bodies still intertwined
… we slept until dawn’s first sign
and suddenly… laying there in the sand…
alone… with my rifle in my hand
I awakened to the shout
… of Sarge’s urgent voice…
‘Move out… let’s move out…’