desert dreams

 

My dearest deserted dreams,

Most barren and dead;

The dry images of love,

Forged from sand instead;

 

The shifting wind,

Stirs a peaceful plot,

Deserted and hot-

Did flowers bloom-or did they rot?

 

Memories and cactus trees,

That make the backdrop still;

This cold breeze from forgotten seas,

And goes the sand, a whisper with no shrill,

 

Whimsical, winds wail through winter

A still burnt and shallow wasteland,

Little life and little love-

Blow to and fro with the sand;

 

 Is this the place indeed I rest?

Eternal rest from my lament,

My body lie still ‘neath the sand

Exposing my head, and exposing torment.

Reviews

[~crazy Beautiful~]

I love the imagery in this one
My favorite lines
"Whimsical, winds wail through winter
A still burnt and shallow wasteland,
Little life and little love
Blow to and fro with the sand"
Nice work
Thank you for entering my contest

[Lost Little Girl]

I love this the it was written wonderfuly and I like the desert jazz it grabed me.

[None]

Your desert scene is filled with emotions along the way. "The shifting wind, Stirs a peaceful plot, Deserted and hot-Did flowers bloom-or did they rot?" Your words are unique and clever...making this a great write!