the eternal sands

at dawn,

when the tide was low,

I went 

to the ancient beaches

and,

scribbled upon the eternal sands,

lines and symbols;

pouring into them

  the love of my heart

  the hopes of my life

and

  the pains of my soul.

i left,

believing

that what I had

scribbled upon the eternal

sands of the ancient beaches

would remain forever,

for,

the sands themselves

were eternal.

i went out into the world-

for the whole day

I wandered around,

hoping to find 

  the song of my life

  the cure for my pains

  the answer to my loneliness

but

I found none 

of what I searched for:

all I found were people-

men and women-

searching for what they wanted,

never bothering to look around,

hurrying off to grab

their share of gifts from life.

I walked,

alone,

along the crowded streets

among the poor

and the priviledged

Still I found none

of what I wanted.

Tired and unhappy,

I returned

to the ancient shores-

sad that I had found

none of what I looked for.

At twilight,

when the tide was high,

I returned to the ancient shores

to find, nothing

but my ignorance etched upon them.

I searched for my scribblings

which were not there-

the tide had erased them.

  the love of my heart

  the hopes of my life

  the pains of my soul-

were all gone

I realized;

What I had believed to be eternal

were not eternal

but 

momentary...