The Sands To Damascus

I'll cross the dunes where the sand has grown And lift my eyes to the horizon last For me to follow to my lovers home Travel the desert this hell so vast I need to find Damascus, where my love lives The sky has been watched, the sands read To give her my love, the nights we'll relive With joyous comfort in her luscious bed I'll not make Damascus if caught in a storm Die alone in this desert, thoughts of love still warm Frederic Parker contest.In the Desert 9/15/14