The Search for Sand

I see a figure standing hereHidden within the shadowed hallHead bowed in grief, consumed by fearForetelling how the world will fall.  Beside them one who laughs at deathSets fire to their solemn soulThe spark is lit and fanned by breathOf hurricanes and rock 'n' roll  'Cross oceans red with rebels' bloodWith sights set on a… Continue reading The Search for Sand