Paw PrintsA Poem by WolfwindTime spins, a new page is born and essence of the sands is sunny.The ancient sands blew The sun winked, curling its golden glitter Young eyes embittered with old wisdoms They gazed and knew Even the strong… Those massive towers, cliffs and solid buttes aloft Time would take them… Remake them… They would end…The sand would continue Those eyes They understood… That the sand knew the truth For it kept all of eternities great secrets Holding the memories of even the oldest times Ever moving, ceaseless motion Those eyes, a Mystic under the moon Never failing to read the wind Treading always upon the sparkling grains A source of cleansing, beneath bare feet The ever changing …scape Knew the Mystic’s shape and turn Upon that land…, seen by those eyes So too…the tides of time within the grains Surging, tugging, rising and beating Releasing and vanishing So too…that the Mystic would see Prints of those feet passing Carrying motion So too…The Mystic did see Those other prints Never failing to journey side by side Even though at times They could not bee seen And so…The Mystic smiled The sand had always kept the secrets As had He upon the golden Earth © 2013 WolfwindFeatured Review
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5 Reviews Added on July 1, 2013 Last Updated on July 8, 2013 AuthorWolfwindCoupeville, WAAboutSometimes poet, always an artist, creator of colorful visions, dreamer, and a seeker of things not yet known. more..Writing
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