Sand Storm

Wandering in a waste land?

The musty sweet aroma of a dirty camel filled the air,
The wind rhythmically wisped sand to and fro,
The barren blue and tan wasteland continued,
We wandered aimlessly as did our minds,
Lost in the sand like a child’s toy buried on the beach.

We continued on with the day,
Walking, riding, searching,
Thirst overwhelmed us,
Our mouths were drier than the sand between our toes,
Hope like a river kept us going,
Chasing a mirage.