Every grain was a finite moment that
gathered on the shores of time.
Each glistened in the luminous creation
that watched on every instant that past.

A pocket watch, its chain no longer
connected to any point. Just lingered
in the sands constantly ebbing forward
its eternal hands, "Tick, Tock,

How long had this tide washed up on
these shores of eternity no one knew,
as all at one point were one of these grains.
But the waves of time also take grains back.

*If were but grains of sand, how long
is our time before we are on the eternal shore.