Saturday, March 20, 2010

the sands of time...

...some tales are about nothing in particular.


there's a distant sand that travels borne in flight by the wind

and a fine sand that slips away from my grasp within

the coarse sand nature violently breaks down into fine grain

a wet sand sculpts the dreams of a child in her innocent play

the crafted sand blazes on the fire to feed my hunger tonight

the glazed sand brightly bedecks my beloved bride

there's a sand i even worship as my faith's right

the sand trapped inside the twisted glass un-counts my day

the ethereal sand of my bones will turn into sand someday

in the end its all nothing, but simply sand laying along my way


Wednesday, March 17, 2010