Dunes

 I find myself lost in this dune, 

of soft golden sand, 

under the waning glow of the sun,

and a discreet white moon. 

 Captivated in this silenced place

that the black sky holds in quiet,

spilling its fire,

over my silent shade.

A wandering shadow, 

disoriented and without home,

misplaced under nights of hope,

 among footsteps on my own.

The salty breeze resonates, 

under soulless steps, 

wave after wave, 

seeking answers, 

amid my tears, once again. 

Perhaps one day on the sand,

 you may find my naked trace

 for I left behind a shadow in love, 

which in life was, my only place,

what weighed on me, the most.