sandstorm

As midnights fade to dusk pastels
I settle like dust on the shelf.
Slowly I become myself,
Softly strum that string farewell.

Swirling in the the sound awake,
The sandstorm and this subtle ache.

Motionless in the earthquake,

A desert chill, a winter heat.

I play the earth like a guitar,

Find beauty in each passing chord.

In tempest tune and song of storm

I'm shaped like desert sand, reborn.

And slowly I'm becoming me-
Softly succumbing to the sea.