the hermit

the day's been long,
in the blazing sun,
with the drone of waves
now lulling me to sleep,
I've been out too long
in this hapless world
of games and make-believe,
my shell's parched,
with unsung songs
lying silent
in this burning flesh,
I'm trapped between
two longings -
to dance upon
these singing sands,
and to find a dark hole
to slip into and rest.