I followed the footsteps of the camels.
Trod carefully in the midst of nowhere.
She walked beside.
I held her harp stringed with arrows.
Her language was without vain intellect.
Her words watered within.
She led me away from the midnight river.
Twixt the towers, the mountains, and the dogs.
The jackal watched with approval.
The numbing rain washed away my brilliant garments.
The twisted thorns ripped away my layered sandals.
I walked her world.
Waxing became waning became waxing again.
The midnight river overflows with light.
I rise with the sun.