The Image on the Sand
The Image on the Sand
A line and an arc,
Upon the barren desert sand.
An image drawn of dream and dust,
A mural across a land.
A relic, a forgotten piece of art,
Of some empire of lore,
Awaiting its fate,
By the travellers ignored.
Waiting, watching eagerly,
The ever-changing art of dust,
For the day when it’s blown away,
By a swift desert gust.