Desert storm

Head bowed
As I move towards
The ferocious cyclone
As I get closer
The wind speeds pick up
The sand cuts my face
It feels deliberate
I move forward
With a promise
Of an illusion, a delusion
A mirage
To look at, to wonder at
Two storms will meet
One remains in my heart
I keep it there
It’s to remain there
Until it takes it’s place
Deep breaths
Exhalation
Counting heartbeats
The two storms meet