Time's Deserts
Time's Deserts
As One, walks the desert sands of time,
Oases, do appear, quenghes the soul's thirst,
A moment later, like ever shifting sands,
Is soon gone, vissions of, erased by wind's design.
Memory ?, was it a dream ?, a reality ?,
Or just a mirage ?,an illusion ?, to delude oneself.
A Companion, to leave another set of foot prints ?,
As One, walks the ever shifting sands of time,
On One's own, all alone ?
B. J. "A" 2
May 6th 2012
Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2012
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