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.