Solitary nomad drifts,
no caravan to claim me,
crawling though cracked and cruel deserts;
wild zephyrs howl behind my back.
Parched and purged of purity,
no oasis in sight -
only mirages waver
in this dire distance,
descent of dreams,
shimmering
with false hope.
Pausing in the plains,
I gathered
what little strength I had
to save myself from sinking,
slowly but surely,
into simmering sands
that betrayed their promises of safety.
I hid in harvested fields of gold,
basked in Autumn sunlight -
knowing well
Winter was on its way
and shelter must be sought.
Long have I been lost,
lingering languid
upon this vast
and lonely landscape,
yearning only
to find myself
home
within your eyes...
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Adding your comment:
). As always, your expert use of alliteration makes this roll off the tongue so very smoothly. I can so relate to this, my friends. It is as if the words were pulled from my heart as well as yours. I couldn't possibly pick a favorite line or passage. Much love to you, dear one. I love this!! 
