Symphony

Pleasures ephemeral as smoke I hold the grains of sand yet still they fall Gazing transfixed As the aroma of finality becomes a taste of solitude How the hands move Seconds force their departure Clenching my fist I will rebuild this castle But how? My palm releases the last of the sand Haunted by lost empires Whose secrets are locked away I submit unto my fate I released the genie Only to return a ghost unto the bottle Our origins, our existence, our destiny Scattered to the wind What happened to me? It seemed as if anything was possible The glory that once was While the world waits Stepping off into the unknown My mind tells me one thing but the trees whisper another Peering through a secret window into the deepest part of my soul My hands touch the heavens, my feet touch the earth