Everlasting Sand

The sands so distant, like waves they appear shimmering through all time.
Then is not love the very fabric of this entanglement?
Like waves in time that slowly bend an ancient rock.
So does your everlasting love against my walls.
A smell of salt so begotten in cruel stagnant breeze that it ne'er dares to bring forth the cisterns tears.
A cool breeze and the fingers of the distance sun's touch, oh so warm and cool, a radiant glow.
Let thou be forever the one who sits upon the very waves and water of time.
The distant sand, so great, so grand and so the angel's door does slam.
A suitor so wooed, is it so?
Or does thy heart again tell a lie?
Will it be so grand a mystery on the eve of acknowledgement towards the ever burning desire of one so beautiful as the everlasting sand?
Or again is it a mirage of thy beating heart?

Oh angel,

Oh muse,

Play the strings for the sand, and remember the burning pain,
So distant and forlorn,
The heart it yearns for ones such touch.
And so aye, I dare it to be so, that ones true love may stand the test of time just as everlasting sand.

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For the Sand