The sandstorm swirls, pebbles and sand <br />Hitting dour walls <br />Dance, dance the slow music <br />Elements appeasing music <br />Music appeasing elements <br /> <br />Pulse and body and sand <br />The music is one with the sand that whirls <br />Hide, hide the face that burns <br />Close, close the eyes that burn <br />Because of the storm in the city <br />No more passion, no more pity <br />There were mirages with shimmering paths <br />There were trodden truths and treacherous theories <br />And home's horizons far, far away. <br /> <br />Dance the slow music <br />Cease the howling wind, the phantoms <br />Of the sand that can speak with strange gifts <br />The old man on his rope-bed with bleary eyes <br />Remembers and speaks <br /> <br />Of old forgotten things; some people listen <br />Waiting for the wind to fall <br /> <br />Sand will, leaves will fall, trees that bend <br />Life stands still, dance the slow music, the sandstorm swirls <br />Wait and heed nature's call. <br /> <br />Copyright: Rani Turton<br /><br />Rani Turton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dance-the-slow-music-the-sandstorm-swirls/
