The sandgrains slipping
From the grip of your palm,
The golden sun, ever so radiant,
Glowing with a majestic calm,
You see it melting into the horizon,
Confident, it will rise again
Bigger and dazzlingly beautiful
The very next dawn.
The strength and the roar,
With which the waves rush ashore,
To sweep away the sands
Beneath your feet.
They leave in their wake
A blank empty slate
The chance, once more,
To love more than to hate.
The opportunity to act,
More than to think,
The realisation that your world,
Might be gone in a blink.
And then comes the pleasant sound,
Of the soft fizz of the melting foam
As the waters recede,
As they return home.
Even if, only to return once more,
With the familiar force, the familiar roar.
Who knows where the day flows,
Who knows where life goes?
Not you, not me…only time.
Who knows how love grows,
Why the heart cries when love dies?
Not you, not me, ….ony time.
Just as the sun rises
After every sunset.
And the waters recede,
Leaving you cold and wet,
Life is to be lived
As best as one can.
And the only way worthwhile,
Is to live it with hope,
To live it with a smile.
