Brown Sands
Brown Sands
Sift through our hands
As we walk
This ever shifting beach
Sun risin'
On the red horizon
Nearly within our striding reach
Footprints measure
A mortal treasure
That is ours for a brief time
Between our toes
A mystery unfolds
Of rich Brown Sands so fine
Brown Sands
Will we understand
All that brought us to this place?
It seems
This oasis of dreams
Is either mirage or saving grace
On the dunes
Are written hidden runes
Of what is ours for a brief time
Within our souls
A mystery unfolds
Of rich Brown Sands so fine
Copyright © Corinne Curcio | Year Posted 2010
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