Everyone carries their own disguise...
who is this depression in the sand?
Your truth can only be realized through your eyes...
but I only get an expression in the sand.
I would like to try and read your mind...
all I see is your impression in the sand.
Are you clenching the rope of hopes last strand...
here only a revision in the sand.
Do you carry fire and brimstone inside...
but do you even notice the confession in the sand?
Maybe your just trying to push it all aside.
Are you longing to find this feeling so grand...
Maybe just a touch of another's hand?
Is there darkness underneath a smile so kind...
So much reality declined...as you leave it all behind.
But I only see an expression of impressions in the sand
And Moon Beam adds:
Then the tide comes in and it is as though you have never been to make impressions in the sand.
...and, ...then the tide whispers,.... no more...
Thanks for the ending Shasta...
