Across Sand
Across vast red sands
I see your face high in untouched mountains.
Passing for years through dust storms
blanketing the planet I lose you.
Across unmapped sands
following quiet voices.
I forget your face
but remember your name.
Filled with sand I have only memories
of our last spoken words.
I like the landscape of the poem.
Thank you Kristin! Been a long time since posting, good to be back. How are you doing?