Waves lapping at my feet
The sky turning a golden hue
A warm wind blowing through the sands
Carrying with it the salt of the Arabian
I sink my feet further into the sands
The cool of it permeating into my soles
There is a longing – yes
Of merging with the sands and traveling on the winds
To distant lands
Riding on the crests of the ocean
And settling on earth not seen
