needles from all angles
blinded the polished landscape
in a trice the city skyline
was shrouded in gold dust.
life stopped to honour mother nature
people finding shelter wherever
a sandstorm in her fury
is not and never to be brooked
I tumbled in to a heap on the street
zero vision within ten feet.
the next i knew i was
was flying through space .
it dawned on me that i was
cooconed and carried
well better to be abducted
i thought, than to be
part of the furious landscape
I was pulled down
was cloaked in a soft cloud
of perfumed oudh
reminding me of arabian nights
and faraway lands.
the storm was in a world apart
i was being held close to a warm heart
” aye habibi you are fine “
a velvetty voice whispered
it had green eyes , that made me pine
and made me wonder about
the storm raging in my heart
i could have slept in charming arms
for the storm had gone and the roads were alive
i looked around for killer eyes
only to see gleaming sands for miles
a friendly bedu set me on my way
telling me that this is what we bedus believe and say
the next khamsin would bring your love to stay
quiet often
i look up at the friendly skies
and pray
when is the next khamsin
coming my way….
