sands of time

Sands of time,

The impeccable, beautiful grains of it,

Slithered

through my fingers,

even before I could see,

and clutch them,

firmly in my palm,
as mine…

Blown away,

by the winds of destiny,

I can see the divine glory of it,

through a drop of tear,

on another shore,

where I can't seem to know

how to go.

In pure devotion I seek,

Winds of destiny,

bring back what’s mine, to me.