The Lost Nomad

The lost Nomad

Do I dare to imagine this is real?

Am I again the victim of my own misery?

No, I do not dare.

Night has fallen,

the cold wind crippling through the last puffs of the bloody sun,

Reciprocating my torment,

The place I found myself in was no ordinary.

 

Ahh the dunes,

 stretching shamelessly to the horizons,

reminding me of exquisitely promising fat rolls offering their selves to the shy moon

casting an approving light on the curves as only response.

 

I roamed the earths and here I was yet again.

Undoubtedly, I knew my way but took pleasure wandering,

Rediscovering the deserted planes of memories you left

 

The wind dancing so close to me but still not daring to touch me,

As the playful knight I knew him to be.

The large pane of my robe luckily trapped tornadoes

But they soon turned lifeless.

Coldly winding all the specks of hope left in me,

My feet which once rested confidently began losing ground,

Sinking right in the quicksand.

My quenching oasis melting on contact of the warm dust,

then drowned.

My fist desperately seaming on what was left of the mirage.

 

Ironic.

 Never did I envisage that my source of life would bring my death.

I am weak therefore I do not fight fate.

 

Ahh the dunes…

The place that for so long I languished to leave,

The sand which I was convinced to be the reason of my endless departures,

Yet once away I searched for the dunes which soon became my destination.

 

I lay there idle.

I stopped trying to claw my way out of the abyss,

Heavy of the conclusion I reclused to.

End of a reverie,

The sky beneath me tore apart

And unceremoniously spat me out.

 

Ahh the dunes…

I was encore and toujours part of your turmoil,

A character of your story that I soon realised you would not let go off.

 

it was one of the brightest night

Yet the darkness prevailed,

The only sign betraying the temptest of oblivion I had come to meet over my voyage.

 

Ahh the dunes…

There I stood offering myself,

Spreading my arms,

Linking the horizons,

As you swayed me off the ground,

Singing in my ear,

Playing with my hair.

 

One last howl and you shun me,

I recognized there your charms,

Oh you wind of my endless desert.

Author's Note

This is the first poem/ story I'm writing. I have not yet discovered my genre and your review shall guide me in finding it. :)