Oceans rising and falling
Taking shells from under the fingers of children
Grasping at the sand
And depositing new ones in their place.
Yet they are never satisfied.
Always longing for those who were taken back
Back into the swirling blue of the sea
Where they will never return to the same place they were before.
Deserts shifting and changing
Sweeping away the footprints left by travelers
Making their way through
And leaving nothing to follow behind.
Lost forever in the swirling sand.
Wandering aimlessly, looking for any sign.
No drop of water to quench their thirst
Nor a scrap of hope to keep them fed until they can find the place all lost travelers go.
Sand spilling and filling
Counting down the moments till everything ends
And the seconds cease
And pushing those bound by it to madness.
Over and over the sand turns.
And over and over the bowl fills and the sand stops
Only to be overturned again, restarting its fall.
And until the universe itself comes to a close, the deadly cycle of the sands spins on.