It comes from nowhere

but is everywhere.

It seeps and creeps in silence with stillness,

and flows and whirls with resonance and force.

Its’ invisible presence is felt on sand and skin.

When I am engulfed in it

I feel empty –

yet full;

I feel isolated –

yet connected.

Its’ lips touch my neck and it whispers in my ears

in a language which cannot be transcribed or written using characters or symbols,

but I hear it and I understand.

In the desert darkness its’ breath gently closes my eyelids

and comforts me to sleep

and continues to waft and blow through my dreams.

Julie Stephenson