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