Winds Of The Sahara Poem by Edward W. Cousins

Winds of the Sahara


My beautiful dream, ..
As sweet as your olive colored skin.
Love me with every breath you take from me.
And give me back life...

I`ll sail the forbidden seas.
Brave the desert winds.
Float the Murderous river with blood soaked hands.
And brave the guns of armies of the Byzantines.
Conquer the tropical rains and weathered storms.

To see you there alone.
Waiting for me at the sea.
With your hair blowing
so softly in the breeze.
On top your white horse.
Eyes so intense and sharply staring.

A French and Tunisian princess...

Glaring at me through the lands.
Drawing me closer.
As i top the hills and mountains.
Through the villages with
sand walls and blue doors,
and stone streets.

My black beast rides the winds of the Sahara,
with knives and birds at my back.
Predators and thieves and villains,
stomped below his hooves into the sand.

My dreams of kissing thee
lips made of flowers shall prevail.
My cracked hands hold tight to the reigns.
Lips and tongue dry for months and days.

I flew away...
I fell to my knees...

Barely i can see.
A silhouette against the long forbidding beach.
A rider in a flowing white headdress
and her steed with plates of gold on his chest.
Snorting his hot breath in the cold
of the Mediterranean.
And his staring eyes.

Cracking the whip at full speed.
A beautiful Tunisia sunset
reaches out to me.
Hands rich with jewels.
Eyes shining like diamonds.

Her smile kisses me.
I sit on a stone in the shade of a palm tree.
Against the peering of the blue waves.
She cares for me and my wounds.

With a single touch of her thin, slight hand
Beautiful and grand.

I dream and i dream
and i dream...

Of my Arabian Princess.