Sands of Time
When I stand on the shore, everything makes sense.
I am forced into the now.
All of my senses are being utilized as nature intended.
I experience comfort.
My fear of death fades away.
The air smells refreshing, salty.
The wet sand under my feet and the wind at my face feels just right.
I can see eternity.
I am temporary and that is ok.
This world is fascinating, captivating,
Nature provides.
My mind goes blank as I peer into eternity.
My soul no longer aches.
I admire nature’s beauty.
I feel no illness. No worries. No sorrow
For a moment, I let the rest of the world worry about itself, selfishly.
I am home.
As the sun sets, reality checks in.
Time to go.
Time...
Where does it go?
Sometimes I miss the good times.
Well, I have run out of time.
I must go now.
Copyright © Michael Huch | Year Posted 2023
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