Shifting Sands

Heat, it rises burning skin. 

Sweat, tears, tempers cooled down, 

To drink sweet water of anticipation. 

Watch the dust storm coming in, 

Waves of glittery diamond sand. 

To cleanse you of your everyday sadness, 

Wash away the sins of the past. 

You are buried underground, you think, 

You believe so dearly there is no way out. 

It takes a hero to soar, my sweet boy, 

It takes a man to want to try to win. 

All stories begin and end this way. 

It isn't life, if you haven't really changed. 

There's always a girl who has faith, 

And always a boy who is too late. 

But somewhere, at last they meet, 

Because that's how tales are told, 

Of passion, valour, victory, death and deceit, 

They must always follow a road. 

From the clouds, the planes come down, 

Some to destroy, some to resuscitate. 

There is always an epiphany, 

That makes for a great story. 

Don't you think it's time you had yours too? 

Of course, some end in tragedy, 

Like the man who died with regrets, 

About the hero who never played his part. 

Court jesters who forgot how to laugh, 

Misplaced concubines who craved for love, 

In spite of always being the main character. 

The dust storm is coming in again, 

To deprive you of your sleep,

Shatter your carefully built walls, 

With worms eating your weaknesses, 

With grains of gold slashing your skin. 

The storms will keep coming repeatedly. 

Are you ready to surface with a sword, 

From your heart cold lair down below, 

Or are you going to keep hiding, 

Till your house breaks apart in the wind, 

Throwing you out into the battle ground, 

With shifting sands where you must learn, 

Not to sink your feet too deep within? 

(Inspired by 'Dune)