Desert pond delights

Peering deep within the pond
Peering deep inside the truest home
Locked away, curled up and shriveled
The lone wonderer stumbled across bones, young bones
What remained of the poet and his word's

His home lay buried half deep in sand
His bedroom cluttered, his portrait maimed
In his hand's he held a prophecy, they future!
In his finger's rest's the key, the key to the poet's box
    A treasure he buried long ago, hidden deep in the pond bed

The lonely traveler searches for humanity
What's that? What is that?
Could it be all the poet found was savage?
Could it be the poet didnt belong in this world?
The lofty stone tower's, the sculptures left behind
The word's the writers wrote, etched into the dry sandstone

In this palace of secret's, the traveler evolves