Watching the Dunes Form

Watching the Dunes Form
Watching the Dunes Form
Sometimes the little things
Can be amazing.
The ocean, the breeze,
The sand beneath bare feet.
Each grain was once
A piece of something bigger,
Now just a hypnotic display of time.
A desert waterfall
That only extracts memories
Out from the cracks.
Sometimes there’s crazy.
The little things in life
Add up,
Subtract sanity,
Equals two cylinder blocks
Standing on the edge of a bridge.
Sometimes the darkness
Keeps the flame lit.
The flame isn’t for seeing,
Or believing.
The flame is for burning down dreams
Soot used as war paint
To fend off existence.
Sometimes happiness only comes
From dreaming.
There’s something about
The amber waves,
Not of grain,
But of the current that over took it.
Mesmerizing.
Sometimes it’s the nightmares
That verify our breathing,
Validate our beauty,
The real and abstract,
Both of which are unfair.
The ugly is worth saving,
Trapped inside an impossible bottle,
A shipwreck
Buried under the sand.
I turn the hourglass over.