Where the desert kisses the stars, a dance begins,
ephemeral, like echoes lost on wind's breath.
Footprints imprinted only to vanish,
when moons scatter their silver dust.
A caravan of thoughts drifts across dunes,
each grain a world, a dream unwrapped.
Beneath the shifting skies, stories linger,
forgotten, yet always just beyond reach.
Unravel the tapestry of silence;
urchins of the cosmos prick at your skin,
weaving whispers into your marrow.
Follow the compass that points not to North,
but to the echo of your own heart's song.
Seek the faint glows among twilight’s grasp,
where sand becomes the cradle of the stars.