Gilded sand whorls at my feet

A Gorgon’s hiss in the wind

The taste of dust on my tongue

The song of the desert unsung

 ~

Dark thoughts imbued by sunlight

Myth magnifies to legend

Divinity knows no voice

Only the pains of hard choice

 ~

Shifting dunes offer no path

Each step is taken in faith

The horizon will not come

But it shall wait for the one

 ~

Covered in rust of sunsets

Endurance teaches patience

The clout of a thousand years

Reveals the eyes’ wells of tears

 ~

Desires of men are bereft

Left in vain worlds without depth

Wisdom comes to minds of deft

If there is no ego left.

This poem is written in vers libre with septasyllabic lines in five quatrains separated by caesuras and a rhyme scheme of my own.