Sands of Time(February 15, 2011)





The sands of my childhood areSaturated in a fervent coral-tinted hue of peachGlistening; each sand glistening under the sunLike twinkling stars; daughters of the dayAltogether bathed in waters of cyan blueThey cling together seamlessly and appear likeAn endless blanket that is the shorelineCyan studs my footprints and leaps:Like flees: disappearing into the sandTo touch to touch to touch to touch to touchThis sand; to feel it through my fingersThis sand; to pick it up with my handThis sand; to feel it in my palm

The sounds of the cyan against this shore

The voices that call me to leave and let go and come in

No

Here I will stay. On the peach coral sand. Beside the blue.

To feel it.





And the sands of you are like that dreamThe one that awakes me in lightThe dream that is so bright that it awakes me in it's lightAnd then washes me while I smileI smile because I feel youSands under the white light of always and alwaysThe existence between time and space and knowingBut I knowAnd these sands they are drowned in the beauty of this lightTo soak to soak to stay to stay to breatheThis light, this air, this sandThis sand; falling over meThis sand; infiltrating meThis sand; steals my sleep and awakes meSomewhere else

Somewhere I want to be

And I feel the voices of the awake and they move around

But I will be awakened only in this light. And smile. This sand.

Is where I want to be.





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