The Longest Jorney: Hermit Desert

The whispering winds through dunes of sands, In solitude, the heart is free, yet cold, Tell tales of ancient times and secrets hands, Where dreams of distant stars unfold.

A sea of blue above, a realm so wide, In silent grace, the soul and sky survive, Reflects the depth of feelings, none can hide, Where peace and longing be alive.

No footprints mark the sand, no sound is heard, In quiet strength, the spirit undeterred, A timeless stillness, nature's word, Finds solace, wandering In the hermit desert.