Timeless hours swirling via a harsh wind, infinite
grains of sand eroding works of ancient minds
evolving quest to conquer questions unanswered

Turn around, give way to your future unfolding,
let the past bask in the mysteries, comprehension
revealed in timing only to revisit moving forward

Slumber not in a conscious grave for that is not
living, only foreboding to be trapped in perception  
decaying

Distance as counted in light years in vastness
of space~Relative for the wind to be your legacy~
leaving footprints indelible furthermore to follow

May your Sandman cometh from a virtual oasis
emitting kaleidoscope vision, conveying your
desert with sands of time limited to one grain at a
time, evolving to build that pyramid of your mind, understanding adverbial pointing of direction

(c) May Your Sandman Cometh 25July2011
Vivian L. Dawson