Father, my sky

A bedouin like I when I gaze at the sky

I find therein my father

With glints of stars passing by

But beyond that just behind

Of the clouds you will find

The shades of emotions

That are timeless through time

A cherry tint at dawn

With dew that has drawn

From perches of lantern hilts

Where moths slumber in their quilts

A purple hue near the night

When the birds cease their flight

A tangy ripe in the noon

When the sun greets the moon

A terrible tan at times

When there is sand in my eyes

Roaring with the dunes

Forging unearthly tunes

An unfathomable grey

At times of moist and mist

When prayer chants advance

Seeking a calm rain dance

In the month of July

With father, my sky

I narrate to you all this

As the rain clouds pass me by