#117-In the air
25/11/2017
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…
