In deserts wide with endless depth,
lie phantom doorways, swathed in dreams,
where sun bleeds into the sand,
tracing tales of stories untold.
Do they whisper to the lost souls,
adrift in waves of golden silence?
Chapters unwritten linger here,
carved by the winds' gentle hands.
Beyond lies another realm, or is it
the echo of yesteryears' refrain?
Shadows dance in twilight's grace,
beckoning with a gentle embrace.
What lies behind ephemeral echoes,
in whispers carried by the breeze?
Perhaps a garden, overgrown with
myth, where every flower blooms
wisdom's secret.
Or a well of memories, deep within
the heart of sand and sun,
waiting for a traveler’s touch,
to awaken their softly buried song.