Arabian Nights

Soft veiled a silken sultry moon
poised on minarets,
across the dromedary dunes
bewailed in sad duets,
the shifting sands sirocco sighs,
caress the arid ground,
and in the caravanserai
the nomads huddle round,
to keep a camp fires rendezvous
Oasis treasures drained,
to tell of stories, old and new
of harems lost and gained,
'til  under jewelled moonbeams
the firelight embers die,
and all are lost in sweet dreams
where snow-white stallions fly.

Olias.