Fiddle plays soft,
and the stars glow,
like tiny specks of diamond
far above our heads.
The dust settles around,
a distant owl flies swiftly,
and gentle noises of rest from the barn
play quiet accompanyment.
Chestnut hair spreads across my lap
as you sleep, so does the desert, darling.
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