Within

Wanderer, wanderer,
Where is home?
Wondering in the abyss,
Desert lies before your eyes,
And whispers, "Is that all there is?"

 

Incredible.

 

Sooth is for saying,​

For the Word is for Sooth, Ashen:​

Tears that drip from the Wanderer's cheeks​

Are the catalyst of the Union with long-buried seeds;​

These are the consumations that make the Desert to Flower.​

 

It's pretty, so pretty. And your posts fit so well together. Is it a single poem?
I am left wondering "Is that all there is?"