Imprints on sandy shores
memories etched on grains of sand.
Footsteps fade with rolling tide
as waves rush inland.
Memories though, carried on the wind
create new contours, sandy dunes.
Remain buried for aeons
written deep as druids runes.
Re-emerge as dark and light
ripples trapped in stone.
Tomes strewn all around
dug up from the ground.
Stories layered upon stories
revealed to the keen eye, prying mind.
From dust we come
to dust we go.
Mother’s alchemy acting on bones
turning us to gold!
Nadeem Odesmyth.