The Sands Of Time P.O.M. March

What can we learn from the sands of time But a constant change and redesign Of all we’ve come to know From pyramids both large and small One day will fade and be no more Of all we’ve come to know And seas so vast with restless flair Will one day rise into the air Of...

Washed Sand November P.O.M.

Washed Sand Who am I that stain the sand Whose every footprint mark this land For as my breath invites the day In idle thoughts I drift away I gaze behind to see my path As in real time the sea it laps But when at last in full retreat I search to find my footprints...