DREAMVERSE 39 - The Searcher
Over windswept dunes it wanders
The Searcher, formed of feather and sail
Silent it comes and silent goes
Its progress slow but sure
As it weaves and dips under sun’s blazing eye
Stopping, spinning round to scan past hazy peaks
In tireless search
Of something only it knows
What in the swirling sands
Could this construct from lands beyond
Hope to find?
This, I will discover
I, its constant companion
Follow on as sun and moon sweep overhead
In endless, alternating cycle
Until a resting place is found
Either The Searcher’s or my own
Our destination
Buried somewhere in time and sand
Featured
forest, night, mysterious, lights, poem
DREAMVERSE - 45 Forest Spirits
forest, night, mysterious, lights, poem
forest, night, mysterious, lights, poem