Shifting Dunes

I descend beneath the veil,
a silken thread woven in twilight.

Whispered echoes of the sky
Are stitched into the fabric of earth.
Cascading from cloud to desert,
I marry with grains, ephemeral kin.

Hush, oh restless dunes,
Your breaths are the songs of ancestors
Treading softly on the furrows
Whence I splatter and gather, a subterranean dream.

Ebb with me, like an ancient tide,
a lullaby bristling in yellowed sands,
my crystalline heart reflecting
the cosmos in each transient echo.

Dunes shifting in secret reverie,
their timeless dance draws me near.
I am but a guest, a fleeting sigh,
tethered to memories of the heavenly womb.

Drift with the growing dusk,
as I quench the thirst of sunlit relics,
scattered, yet one,
beneath the eternal aubade of stars.

Echoes of the Groove
Weavers of Time