Desert Dweller

Hornless stag.
Thornless rose
Beyond the grave,
only the soul can go.

Formless void.
Stormless sea
Gravity the only guide,
rainbows the only landmarks.

Aimless sailor
without chart or sextant, adrift rudderless.
Helplessly headed
toward the X on every human map,
toward the destiny of every life:
the grave.

The grave, doorway to the unknown
a burrow, a tunnel,
express train to the underworld.

Beyond the grave,
the sea, the vast sea of limitless knowledge, 
boundless sea of eternal love.
Only the soul can go 
where mind and body cannot. 

© 2025 Bruno Talerico  
Stafford challenge 114/365