The shifting singing sands....
they whisper tales of far-away lands.
Mysteries to uncover,
Mountains crisp and
seas a salty tang.
The horses hrummph,
wafting over emerald pools,
The wispy trail of caravans past,
tell of battles old,
Shadowey camels undulating on fluted dunes,
sifting silver with moonlit hands,
The eagles cry and circling vulture,
a foreign culture,
of nomad and tuareg,
of bandit lives.
Waiting...
in the silken whisper of the sands....