The Sands of Time and Magic Rain
Oh, rain upon me sands of time
with thoughts and memories sublime
and with each kiss of magic dust
transport me to that place I trust
For in the world that is no more
there is always an open door
to visit those I’ve left behind
until the day, their souls to find
Oh, sands of time, please let me fan
the flames of a much younger man
whose mirror saw a softer face
in days of love I can’t replace
To taste of all this life has shared
yet, free of fear from what ensnared
security knows well the past
for nothing changes, free at last
And then, return me to this day
with everything I’ve had in play
so grateful for the life I’ve known
and everything I’ve just been shown
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2022
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