Monday, June 26, 2006

cranial silica

images etched
in the sands
of my mind
slowly falling
through
the hourglass
that measures the
moments
in regular beats
like a heart
less human
undying
unforgiving
unspoken
from the mouth
of the river
of time
in the canyons
of experience
sailing
down the stream
of consciousness
listening
to the echoes
the melodies
of memories
recording
the images
etched
in the sands

4 comments:

Inkblot said...

liked the title format and flow :)

Oliviah said...

I like how the way you wrote that looks and feels like sand flowing through an hourglass.

Day Dreamer said...

Inkblot - Welcome and thanks for checking out my site. I hope you stop by often.

Oliviah - Thanks. Every grain that falls through the glass is a moment, rushing past until there is nothing but a pile of memories.

**Silvermoon** said...

Terrific title.
Cilica is in sand isn't it? Reminds me of the sands of the hourglass. Nice piece.