Grains of Sand

Every time I write my name It seems it never looks the same As grains of sand that fall in place Soon disappear without a trace... From the oceans constant breeze That takes it way above the trees So you can hear it in the wind Just to whisper it again... The meaning of it doesnt change And dreaming of it wont contain The depth of what has blown away For me to write again someday... Not for someone to erase But to become what may replace The one thing that I left before That lived in moments as the shore... Just washed away within the tide With pieces of me still inside So when you come to write your name Each grain of sand makes us the same... Terry WWW.WhiteLionPoetry.com