The Winds of Change

Originally written and posted to Facebook 26/September/2010, republished here as Facebook is about to remover the Notes feature. I guess with progress there are always casualties...

Ever constant, slowly,

Persistently, she’s altering this place

Until each ripple, each valley,

Each dune melts away in her embrace  

There is no escaping her gentle caresses

There is no place to hide

We are all prisoners of the wind

While we roam the sands of time  

Each breeze contains a heart beat

An echo of a memory

Of ones we love, ones we lost,

And those who are yet to be  

A song, a sigh, a laugh so loud

And a tear of loss upon your eye

She knows all, sees all, feels all

As she molds the sands of time  

All adrift in this ocean of sand

None can leave this place

Till the wind has her way

And carries you off in her embrace  

There is no escaping her caresses

There is no place to hide

We are all her prisoners

As we roam the sands of time…