Gravid turtles

A tear drop of sand in the watery waste land
Who abandoned this paradise?
A wailing bird, moaning at the sky
Distance dreams, like sea gulls, flying by

Azure landscapes fitting into a fist
A sand storm, slipping out of no mans hand
In the fury of the sea, a hysterical mass
No one approaches it, footsteps not imprinted on watery blue

Palm trees sway, though few dance to the rhythm
Coconuts hung midair, like a crown on oblivion
Sorrows have built their nests here
Hatchlings die with dried beaks

What of the howling wind
Bringing memories from whispering horizons
Gravid turtles, building their homes here
In the crevices of hope
Just one orchid raises its eternal bloom