Sands of Time

Broken words
over sand dune's iron crests
ancient ships
full of precious cargo
washed up on the shores.
Scattered debris
wooden planks
and sinewy remains
litter these shores.
Wave upon wave of emotion
sift down through time
drowning the memory,
crashing back against the sea.
The coming dawn
whispers
blood red temptations
but the words are all broken
broken
like razor blades
rusted and dull
failing to cut.
Each new day
an adventure.
Each dusk
a lonely death.
Sail on
into the sinking sun
burning the sea
before it's demise.
Wait anxiously
for the moon's
bright message;
a single beacon of hope
in a grey muddy sky.
Soft sand
crashing waves
the night embraces
the past.
Sleep well
and revere in the
dawn's first breath.
Sleep well
amidst the
well-washed
sands of time.