#117-In the air

White sand.

It’s in the desert somewhere.

Close by.

It’s never very far.

Just close your eyes,

And here it comes.

I imagine being there,

Sitting on a mound,

With no one around,

Just a warm shining sun.

Toes pressing into the sand,

Silky images,

Hard to understand.

Silence like I’ve never felt,

Thoughts,

Echoing in a barren space.

Seconds last like hours,

As I search for calm,

Fighting distractions,

Abstract creations.

In the distance,

There’s a harbor in time.

Why not anchor for a while?

– – – – – –

I’ve never seen white sand,

Except in my mind.

An image,

Painted by words.

A dream,

Looking to be born.

White sand, I’ll see you soon…