following your own path
whispering sweet nothings to the sand
the wind and sun and stars creating the earth’s fingerprints
divining sand at sunrise
coming onto yellow sands and taking hands.
finding the grain of sand you sought;
tiger lilies and cornflower blue;
a mysterious footprint in the sand; slow dancing in the afternoon; arriving in Timbuctoo.
cool sand under your toes; extricating yourself; jumping off a star and landing in the desert.
the sand beneath your feet turning to gold; dozing on top of the waves; a street of roses in the rain.
looking out the train window; moonbeams solidifying; burrowing into the sand.