The desert whisper

The desert is full of darkness and full of light.
Shadows from mountain tops fall and fasten the night
To the horizon bringing more than darkness.
Within the silence of the desert night,
the milky way rises, no moon in sight.
I focus on sight, feelings, and listening.
The starry astral clouds become etched in memory.
Coyotes howling in the distance interrupt the silence.
I sit and wonder what the pack of dogs
Might look like. What they are after? What am I after?
Is there howling a form of hallelujah for the night sky?
Could I join them in their reverie?
I sit in the darkness savoring the moment like an eternity.