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
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2014
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