Sands of Time

the wind blows golden pellets of heat carving out a figure spotted gaurdians pace as the sculpted body transforms once dry granuals of earth morphed into soft mirages of beauty a trick perhaps to the untrained eye look deeper still ..magic she stretches her golden liquid body across the dune testing the boundries of this new found transformation an uncontrollable desire to reach across the plains to touch all that can be seen to be touched by all that see's a keeper of the sands of time now wanting to be kept the silloutte of a child steeling a glance,deciefering reality feeling the warmth of the desert wondering what tricks it plays the dunes holding her beautiful form as the cheetahs pant even the meerkat struggles with this vision this goddess of sand and time naked before them the steele wisdom of the great cats glance confirms the open mind trancends,opening a new chapter to believe what is seen to see what is believed reaching out to feel what is or is not there the child races to her side wanting to be held looking down his hands fill with the sands of time T.A.L jr.