the way to Shore

in the land of burning sands,

the sun fiercly blazes

grains of sand that whisper stories we've spun

Yet, time is a traveller, moving on with the sun

the expanse of the horizon

I pause, I glance

what life had entailed, fading in a trance

the winds of Tomorrow whisper quietly, but sure

Carving new paths, I am reluctant to endorse

forever in flow, waves crashing against the shoreline

every lingering whisper, I no longer hold on

The Oceans of Time teaching me how to flow

beckoning brightly, the horizons so welcoming

the Land of Red holds tales to tell

What I've left behind, like footprints to sand

the yearn of the desert, beaches refrain

a whisper so comforting, I would never have known

in the landscape quite grand, paths may diverge 

Each a ripple, united by sand