Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Majestic, Gentle Sands...

I found myself far removed from my desert home.
Many miles away an unfamiliar environmental aroma engulfed me.
I could no longer see the sky.
I could no longer bathe in the sun.
I could no longer hear the stars so they could whisper me to sleep.
But there was the sand…
The edge of the world my ancestors would have called it…
To me it felt like standing on the edge of forever.
The great ocean, powerful and merciless, was a paradox,
For her song was a gentle ebb and flow that lulled me to sleep…
In my dreams I stood in the water.
I did not know where I was,
But a presence called to me…
It was my uncle, now dead, who beckoned me back to the sands to sit and talk…
We laughed.
We talked.
We walked together as friends along the sand…
He then turned to me and told me to send his love to the family…
And to my sadness he continued to walk where I could not follow.
I awoke to the sun, unusually bright for this land…
His final gift to me, it made me long for my home,
And the majestic, gentle sands and the endless sun.