Lull a Blue Bye

Lull roams
brushes past
in quiet lace
dream scapes.

Undulating
sand dunes
in hues
of blue and gold.

Is it a calm
before the storm?
Will the rosy cheeked
lasses and lads
come frolicking
again
bringing their
poems and lore
of slain dragons
and treasures
from a distant land?
Will the cabrito
be tender roasted?

Carrying a solar lamp
a lone flicker
in this quiet realm
thick reams of
isolation
a drill of a dune...
This flicka dances
to an immortal tune
a distant but steady beat.
Blue and gold
shimmering drones
echo my soul.