If you'll come with me,
I can bring you to the sea,
Show you the waves as they dance to the sand,
Wander through the dunes,
Winding like the winds in beach birch branches,
We can live like they do on TV,
Swear our hearts to each other,
Like I got down on my one knee.

Weeping oneself to sleep – by these muddy
tears, and their questions of worth.

As the relentless sands of time erode a soul;
it's all too simple to feel like grains of river sand,
drawn by the currents of life, and banking on your
dreams; yearning for our stream of tears to lead
us to a flood of many successes.

For in those moments, we are but the weeping
sandman’s tears, drifting into the embrace of our
dreams, lost in the wet lament of our tears –

One day, we shall master the art of swimming!

Ah - ick coats the tongue.
Agh, let me just lick this up.
Gotta get it off.

I'd like to take you to the beach in Marblehead,
When the summer nights are warm.
Take you out to dinner,
Show you the riches of my homeland.
Then I'll hold your hand, walk you to the sands,
Where we can be hidden from the world,
Hidden enough to dance amongst the waves.
Spinning, dipping, gliding across the grains,
Hands on your skin, lips on your own.
When we tire we can retire,
Down on a blanket, I'll cradle you,
We can watch the stars fly by.
Maybe I'll get to watch you,
Dance another groove.

A castle built on sand so bright,
With towers reaching for the light,
It gleams beneath the sun's warm rays,
In whispers of the ocean's praise.

The walls are strong, or so they seem,
Yet tides can wash away a dream.
Each grain a story, soft and fine,
A fleeting moment, lost in time.

With turrets high and windows wide,
It dances with the morning tide.
A fragile home in nature's hand,
A marvel made, yet built on sand.

Yet children laugh and castles grow,
In playful hearts, the magic flows.
For life is but a transient strand,
Our joys may bend, like castles, but stand.

So build your dreams on shifting ground,
Embrace the waves, let hope abound.
For every fortress, grand or small,
Is a testament of dreams to all.

In every grain of sand, a universe unfolds,
A tapestry of whispers, both timid and bold.
In the desert's embrace, where silence sings low,
Life's essence dances, in the ebb and the flow.

A Pharaoh's shroud, woven tight with care,
Holds the weight of a kingdom, yet love lingers there.
Beneath the fine fabric, what secrets reside?
A heart, not in riches, but in love's gentle tide.

We gaze at the surface, where power may gleam,
Yet overlook the treasure, the soul's quiet dream.
Like grains in the wind, that swirl and that sway,
True worth lies within, in the heart's sacred play.

So let the sand whisper, in its soft, timeless song,
Of the journeys we've taken, where we all belong.
For in every small moment, like stars in the night,
The heart finds its rhythm, in love's pure light.

@nolongerumano

The sun rises,
With the dust.
Which blows across old acres,
Of desert sand.
Sending tumble weeds,
Straight to the oasis ponds.

It's a fragile thing,
This life.
Out here you live by the rules,
Of the man aiming a gun at your head.
It's real rough,
That's for certain.
It'll leave city spirits hurting,
But I'd rather live for the high noon,
Than some old mayor's law.