Awake Unto Me

Running In the Evening</p><P>I've run until my breath has gone away;<br>the rising winds disturb the forbidding sands;<br>the cacti rustle with the close of day<br>their blackened forms in all directions stand.<br>My eyes are dazed from the shimmering heat<br>the lemon-gusts of sage dry out my nose;<br>I look around as evening like a sheet<br>of darkened blue to moonless blackness grows.<br>A windless rustle eerily crawls away<br>against horizons always past my sight...<br>I can't be sure now--what has come my way<br>could be the wind--or something from the night--<br>And as the darkness chills my sun-burned skin<br>I sense the desert slowly closing in.</p>