SANDS OF TIME

As these words flow from my mind and images of life appears before my eyes it is the beauty of you, that I see off in the destines caught in between space and time for as I find myself suddenly upon the beach, wondering how did I get here as I look behind me at my footprints within the sand were I traveled from here to there looking out as far as my eyes can see.                                
                                                                                                                                        
                                                                                                                                  But yet as I look beyond the shore line were the sea meets the beach coming in like soft gentle waves from the tide I feel your presents near till I feel a soft hand caressing and touching against my skin, but yet as the silents of the wind blows the sands into a tunnel affect removing my footprints from the sand, I see within the middle of the funnel a silhouette of a shadow of you coming to me like from out of a dream of sands of time.