Anonymous.
Hidden behind the words.
Watching from in between the
lines of text.
Hidden,
skipping through the pages,
my words watching you,
judging.
Swirling up in the dust,
an imaged reflection in the
mirror,
gone with the tide.
Lying on the dunes,
watching the cosmos swirl overhead,
giving way to the pink in the east,
light chasing away the dark.
Witnessing as the struggle,
light and dark,
Good and evil?
continues on, and on...
Living,
Breathing
through the clock,
heart beating in tandem with the second hand, living on as it turns to dust.
Adding your comment:
For one so immersed in the throes of youthful vigor, you also seem to possess wisdom that belies your years...indeed, most poets are old souls, it seems, with visions that go beyond the realm of their own experiences. Good luck in Rob's contest, Poet. Savor the time you have, as life is far more brief than we ever realize, until the light begins to wane...then, it speeds by all too quickly. 
