Wind Swept Sands

In a silent world, of whispering winds
And streams of sand, that never end;
Things remind, the immortal mind
Of days and times, that don’t rewind.

The world revolves, in pantomime
An emotional sea, that calls to me.

In an single breath of essence preserved
By such a mortal world as this one absurd,
We stumble and fall, longing for more
Till the day we die, withering upon a shore.