by Nysha T.
The heat welcomes you
toasting your skin,
your blood
Orange at sunrise
Ochre at noon
You can see
the currents of the wind
flowing on its grains
Like the ocean
it can engulf anything
in its reach
it can rise up
to the sky
and drift through the air
Yet, it is silent
And as the sun sets
to give way for the moon
The tyre tracks disappear
your footprints too
and the vast land
of the sand dunes
blends into the night
never speaking of your arrival
