Blue Moons

Blistering and scorching sands Land of the hushed and crushed hands Up the creepy furs clasping 'round Ebbing scraped sand of ants' mound Mortars of the deep and steamy skies O'er peals and dreamy flies Off the reef passerine of stormy glides entreat New leaf flit, strength above my feet... Sunsets tweak, marvels at its peak