DocAndersen
From a distant beach
a million
miles away from where we
standing now, are looking out over a beach.
We seek one specfic
particular
unique grain of sand.
The first grain in hand
we seek
the last grain
the very last grain of sand.
Letting the billions of
grains flow through our hands
we seek perfection.
We
but you are not there now.
You have
moved on
to collecting sea sheels
and seeking
tickets for airplanes
the rising above dreams
take us to new hopes.
I am still
seeking
the last grain of sand
now alone
wondering why.
Well done!
Thanks Gina!
Superb post.
Thank you!
You are welcome.
That one
of billions
that passed from the palm
must be the deepest meaning.
Truly,
the dream lives as long as the search continues!
A Great post, Doc!
Thank you 🙂