Dust
l came from a desert you've never heard of
l am the source of the potters clay
in the storm of the desert l wander
in a desert that has no home
then l rest upon the surface of the water
and the sounds that leaks through your windows
l can deflect back into space
and then she calls your name across the desert
and across a sea of sand dunes
khol eyes of darkest nights, veils and wails
she burns the reddest sunset
l am the storm you've never heard of
my mist of thirst is like a poison
it's death stroke is the wind
l'll circle back round from where l came from
in the desert dust
and fill your eyes till suffocate
l am the storm
........................l am Simoom
Copyright © Jacqueline Elston | Year Posted 2025
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