"Dune"

She sings.

A gentle melody escapes this tiny mouth
Something
from somewhere
...Soulful Sojourn...

and you can't do anything but
fixate, mesmerized.
Delicate bloom
in Autumn's open window
petals shuttering, breakable

The strength of 1,000 men
is no match
for her breath contains the titanic swell
of an angry sea.
On the inhale - Does she know?
The tide is low
The sun is high
Her song is in the wind
We wait for it to blow us away.