DESERTED

deserted

the desert is dead
desire not to arouse it.
the sand will blow
and blur my sight.
but u let the air in
and ruffle the silence,
stir my peace.
the sand dunes that
had settled over
the years are now lost,
lost in this hurricane.
this desert will not
cease to exist,
dare not forget,
by these frivolous winds
but restless, it pleads
with all its might
to let the breeze in
that softens these
fine sand grains.
and smoothens
the desert that is dead.