Tilting dunes dance along

rolling in the sand.

Tunnelling emotions in

furrows of light.

Imaginations take flight,

where winds carve out songs,

to which you and I belong.

Tilting dunes are

fortune telling runes.

A throw , a bend,

speak of lives that blend.

Messages of voices,

flowing around each turn.

Songs of lives lived,

living and to be lived,

burrow around the ground,

making musical sounds.

Both mysterious and mystical,

are the sound of the lilting dunes.

The dancing tilting dunes

In the cold rustic air,

under sparkling skies ,

lights of the nights,

The magical fragrances,

of life's never-ending

wind-swept flights.