O sands, the sands,
Tell me a story.
Tell me of hot, forgotten lands
Where fishes dance a dance still holy
And sing a song of ages lost.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Whisper of dark, forbidden secrets
And how a dragon used to swim
Through crystal skies,
And hero\u2019s folly
Was turned around through luck and whim.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
O, Sands! Show me mirage of landscapes
And dreams forgotten, yet alive;
So that I may, in gentle darkness,
Abandon all,
Breathe free and fly.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
O sands, the sands,Tell me a story.Tell me of hot, forgotten landsWhere fishes dance a dance still holyAnd sing a song of ages lost. Whisper of dark, forbidden secretsAnd how a dragon used to swimThrough crystal skies,And hero\u2019s follyWas turned around through luck and whim. O, Sands! Show me mirage of landscapesAnd dreams forgotten, yet … <\/p>\n