Where sand whispers secrets old, of treasures lost and pirates bold. No man is an island and neither am i, but you are sure to find me nearby.

Last riddle I wrote, You swore it was wine? Try this technique, Letters re-aligned

From churning's dance, a golden birth, Though cows provide, I'm not of earth, What am I, spread with sunny worth?

Backwards, I mean to take great pleasure. Forwards, I have class :: three of them :: and make work easier.

I stroll aside, but we never meet, a twin in stride, with mirrored feet. No matter how far we stretch or go, Between us lies a constant flow. We never touch, we never stray- What word defines our steady way?