blue sky swept, not bound.
Memories wash over with past chances,
remembering those that passed before me.
Sands tickle, each grain like a wrinkle in time,
faded but not forgotten, just left behind.
Alone without a sound, eyes stare,
squint at the glare. Hot sun is there.
Standing before you, I am just a grain in
your sea, of beauty and majesty.
A spec of dirt, tiny and fragile I am,
you hold me in your hand, placid and agile.
Sinking toes deep into you sand,
I surrender my being upon this land.
This view here, is and will always be..