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......
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