Sands of Time

The moments slip like sand through open hands, A fragile beauty that we cannot hold. We chase the echoes in these shifting lands, A story whispered as the years unfold. A fragile beauty that we cannot hold, The shadows lengthen as the day descends. A story whispered as the years unfold, We search for meaning where the journey ends. The shadows lengthen as the day descends, A fleeting glimpse of what we left behind. We search for meaning where the journey ends, The memories linger in the quiet mind. A fleeting glimpse of what we left behind, We chase the echoes in these shifting lands, The memories linger in the quiet mind, The moments slip like sand through open hands. ©bfa040325