In the silken dusk, I was born,
A trembling tear from the celestial ocean,
Dancing divinely until caught,
By the earnest embrace of parched dunes.
My dear life, a monologue in cascades,
I quietly sip wisdom from the sands,
Old and wise, they whisper sweet nothings,
Stories of wind-blown follies and hopeful silence.
Each grain a world, each moment a memory,
The wistful tales of ancient murmurs,
Before I descend, restoring life,
A lover meeting after decades apart.