sandstorms

sandstorms will harvest shields of glory
to those wild enough to explore
realms unfamiliar
realms far away yet close to heart
realms now a distance memory
the dessert days will pass
fruit will once again grow
yet our mind will once again wander
to places we've been before
to places we know only time has seen
passing by in his dodge intrepid
tilting his sideview down for a better view
of the free-spirits dancing madly in the street
celebrating the past
the dessert
the storm
of youth
innocence
as slowly he drives towards city lights