Passings of a Distant Memory Long Since Forgotten

Crossing vacant deserts
Filled with mystic sands,
Breezes wisping through my hair,
Sunlight drying out my hands.

Barely staying right on track,
And keeping directions true;
All I do is trudge along,
Silent whispers reminding me of you.

Hanging from my last shallow breath,
I can venture no farther on.
I slowly slip into the dark abyss,
My soul passing gently to the dawn.