Welcome to a world so pure,
Cast of dreams and pale allure,
Breath run dry and twist and fog,
Of Moon and dusk and clouded smog,Of ambition curious, rhyme and memory,
Of song and dance and gilded treasury,
Son of Sands; dance, dance and dream,
Dance upon a dream impure.

• Travel Card

Traveller's Card

Sand's delight finds its course, forest and mountain,
book and marble, loch and fountain.
Of drought and sand and evermore.A weathered flipbook, pages worn -
some damp, some crumbled and others torn.
Of breath and secrets and evermore.Of clarity and conscience and eyes so fickle,
a name holds little yet all, a pickle.
Of words and promises and evermore.