Like The Desert Sands
You slipped through my hands,
Like desert sands,
Soft and fine,
Gone in no time.
I tried to hold tight,
till morning turned to night,
yet all that remained
Was silence and sand.
No footprints to chase,
No trace of your face,
The wind took it all,
My heart watched it fall.
The sun burned above,
I searched for your love,
But heat only gave
An empty wave.
Each grain told a tale
Of love grown pale,
Of moments we lost,
And what they cost.
I knelt in the dust,
no love, not a crust,
Just shadows and sky,
And me asking why.
You slipped through my hands,
Like desert sands,
And all I can do,
is to remember us two.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
The comparison to the desert felt both haunting and hopeful — as if even in the emptiness, there’s room for transformation. 🌞 I really loved how you conveyed that sense of time passing, yet remaining steady in the midst of everything. Beautifully written. 💖
Fascinating poem and well written, good luck