Desert Thoughts

Trapped in a land locked sea,
the wind howls its desperate plea.
Why do waves of wind blown sand,
now flood and cover this land?

Thoughts that go round in swirls,
mirrored by grains that whirls.
Which is the reflection of the other,
stormy eyes or an approaching souther?

If one day the rains return,
as the buried earth bed yearns,
or if my troubled mind find peace,
would the raging sand too cease?