To the day with a proper end

In an isle
a solitarian
had a vision.
As he walked beyond the isle
the golden dunes afar called out on him
Saying do not.
the wish of sustaining
kept his vision of lament unbroken.

Another solitarion on his path
shared him memory,
another silence,
yet he couldn't share
wrong in time
he felt incapable
months passed, and years.

The day has come to an end,
and the nights delayed,
he must prove worthy.

And, In that indefinite moment,
he failed, and in another isle of wishes
Another solitarian begun his journey,
beyond the dunes, to the day when
all of it ends.


©gane_kris