Sometimes I walk alone into the desert,

 It’s the magic time…just at dusk.

There is a timeless quality to that hour.

As I wrap myself in a warm cloak of air

I feel a sense of waiting and of suspense. 

I watch the fading light on the mountains

falling in shadows of gold and blue.

It is then I feel a yearning…for what?

Am I not in my desert already?

 Am I not experiencing the “magic time”…

What is it I’m searching for?

Is it for the times not yet come?

Perhaps it’s only for yesterday?

My eyes burn with tears that will not fall

As, again, my heart is yearning…wanting

Reaching out…for what?