The desert sand

With sleek quartz body he reclines on the dune, rolls on dancing with the rhyme of ripples strewn listens to the arid music of the harsh desert wind, face gleaming, doesn’t mind the grueling grind. He lies still on mirage in the shadow of solitude, his heart of cool crystal feels the heat intrude, sees the scarlet sun scorch the desolate desert, waits for the waltz of cool night breeze to start. He feels the forceful fury as the sandstorm blows, to the fervid fold of the opalescent oasis he goes, where he sinks as serenity soaks his heart’s core, the rage of the desert sun can’t sear him anymore.