A lantern swings in weary hand,
Through shifting dunes, through unknown land.
Its glow, a guide through endless night,
Its warmth, a promise, soft and bright.
The traveler knows no easy street,
No golden path beneath his feet.
Yet still he moves, despite the dark,
With hope ignited by the spark.
For journeys end where hearts align,
Through labyrinths of space and time.
And every step, though rough, unkind,
Illuminates the seeker’s mind.
