The Dunes

Waves of sand, where whispers roam, The dunes, a desert’s vast embrace, In golden hues that sing of foam, A shifting, endless, timeless space.

Each grain a tale of sun and breeze, Of storms that shape the shifting land, In every crest, the memory sees, The subtle dance, the ancient hand.

The shadows forge a silent art, As sunlight weaves through softest strands, In every rise, a beating heart, The melody of life demands.

So wander here, where silence reigns, And hear the secrets that abide, For in these dunes, where beauty wanes, The spirit finds a place to hide.

• Valery Briussov