Sanctuary found

Hast thou taken a path of savages sweet?
Taken souls, a treat had you taken his humanity.
Take to cover, for the eye will see
history's aftermath lain slain
blistering in the Mediterranean heat?  

Shake somberly blood-soaked stripped barren of hope
kneel, joints aching for release. You've failed, lay still
in the sand, trickling timidly to time, taken to the sand again
where in this obscured hole does your friend rest above the hill?
Mind where you step, the sand dunes I haven't tread.

Take caution in your breaths, least the sand spray spurts
into your mouth, cascading into your lungs.
Be not stricken for breath, walk upwards and out of dread
the sand shifting beneath your feet attune to your fear
cherish life and do not disappear, I've cherry plums in my backpack.

Bury your teeth into the enticing treat, we still have comforts
that carry us through the sand-storm sanctuaries, between life
and between our deaths. Still, we continue into the eye
the eye of fury
the eye of judgement.

We're in the eye of the storm, take a moment.
Take my hand now, careful not to fall again
or I too, disappear. Careful not to scream, now
you're not going to fall, I've got your hand.
Step with me, out of the sand.. you're alive, my dear friend.

Yes, you and I; we're going home again.