Wind Moves

The wind moves across my cheek,

A new wave of blistering warmth,

That the desert provides,

I look around at the image it portrays,

A barren land of endless pursuits,

The ideas and plans roll of my mind,

I cannot wait to till this land,

The opportunities that present themselves to me,

I hope I don't loose it,

I cherish this,

And more so,

Enjoy the journey.