Chasing the shapes of the sand
Following the ways of the wind
Taking grains to the sky
In waterfalls
A gentle cutting
Persistantly reshaping
Sturdier than stone

A dead ocean of dirt and stone
Where an ocean once flew
It comes in shades of yellow, orange and red

Now I walk over the waves
Marked by sunlight and shade
I go where the wind writes it's whispers
Into the dunes
Going in lines
Curving forever and ever

I lose myself
In the silence
In the warmth and cold
Into the nothingness of the vast views ahead
The endless flow
Stretching out to the horizon
And further
Beautiful yet deadly if ever misstreated
Devastating if ever misunderstood