"A Dream"

A desert. There's war. We're racing away from defeat. 

Our engines over-heating. 

Red dust. 

The wreckage of earlier column's. Storms rise.

Rocky plains. Is this Mars? Is this a far future Fourth Planet War?

Static of the coms. Voices indistinct. 

A village carved out of the side of a mountain. 

The column pulls up. I dismount, and walk.

A path that leads to open air galleries. There are people living in peace here. 

Outside the war I'm running from or to.

There are children ahead herding sheep. A running stream. They pass through.

I follow.

Women dressed in sky blue Abayas. Designs as bright as brass on their hands faces. As if they were born with them,...Mars?

One looks at me with questions.

I hear the roar of the tanks. The War has found us.

It begins to snow.

This dream melts away.

Morphs into other places other people.