Sands of Time.....

A full moon descends beyond the distant dunes freshly scented air breezing palm as desert breath calm are the whispers upon a much cooling surface momentary is the solitary life facing certain death..... As I sit 'neath infinities blanket of stars sifting sand through my fingers and hands I ponder those before me who have walked these lands I wonder if they too sat and contemplated how it began.... But even more striking is a portrait of the past centered within the framework an unchanging figure distant only as far as my mind will allow reassurance..... is the glow of the smile, the tone of the words even more so.... "be not afraid my son,for you have traveled well, even a grain of sand needs a friend and reminder you are not the first to sit in this very spot and wonder, you surely won't be the last of the lonely....." Who in the not so distant future will rest his feet upon this very spot.....or are we all, just tumbling grains of sand in time......