He comes treading over the empty sands, beyond the beacons and lighthouses on distant shores. By the many paths he walks, always searching, a heart always burning. Through the ages, traversing the ruins of mighty empires, forgotten wastes and songs long dimmed upon the memory of man. He comes bearing fire and flame, speaking words holy and profane, to the prophet, the king, and the madman. He speaks of the stars and the sand, of dreams simmering beneath the word our tongue cannot find and the memory our minds cannot hold. He is the Seeker, whose steps cross the ages of the world. He is me and he is you. The Seeker is a new collection of poems by Robert W. Cely.