DRY SANDS

The wind blows heavy and damp

In the worlds we strive to touch

The past is swept away in this moment

We scratch upon the surfaces of lazy consciences

Forgotten feelings flutter through us

Like the thoughts of truth and knowledge

In that instant

We reach out and drink through crystal glasses

Then we speak

We speak of insights that were once buried beneath

Watching time slip between our fingers

We as humans will never share this

As we search and call out for familiar heartstrings

Our palms will forever grasp dry sands