the sands, swirl and shift,
particulates fleeting in time’s rift,
whilst we breathe, across a moment’s sift.
i could have been anyone,
and you could have been, too,
yet here we’ve encountered, each other,
while trampling forward, upon our daily trespasses.
and all we create, from these grains,
our weathered rocks, ground to silica bitz,
become the foundation of our sandtime story.
as the dunes morph upon the coast,
undulating down, to become the beach,
that your voice & heartsongs, have reached my ear,
& i hear them, carried upon the breeze,
that your spirit is felt, across my every desert sandscape,
sweetly satiating a parched, thirsty heart,
& that this is not jus’ a mirage,
these pulsating heatwaves,
you see rippling …
but the ember sparkz,
of a heart, named & inflamed.
Appreciation to Sylvia Vale for her Image Craft.