The City in the Sand

The city, if it was a city, ‘twas at times obscured by banks of sand that came rolling in over the lapping dunes. At one point he decided it wasn’t a city at all, but some singular building, perhaps a ruin; he had no way of judging its distance.

And when the sand – the tarnished sand - enveloped him – just as had been predicted, he held himself and rocked, singing a song without words or tune.