Post by Ken Corbett on Oct 21, 2014 15:33:35 GMT -5
I am but a grain of sand
washed ashore on lonely strand
a dust mote gently drifting by
to irritate a stranger's eye.
I make no mark, I leave no sign
on the counterpane of time
a blinking of the cosmic eye
a fading memory when I die.
Yet you will know me
when I'm gone.
A glow of me
will yet live on.
I'll be the shifting sparkling gleam
of sunshine mirrored on the stream.
Moonbeam's soft and silken light
tumbling through the clouds at night.
I'll be the last thought on your mind
as you drift to sleep so kind.
I'll be the dream just as you wake
and the last breath that you take.
washed ashore on lonely strand
a dust mote gently drifting by
to irritate a stranger's eye.
I make no mark, I leave no sign
on the counterpane of time
a blinking of the cosmic eye
a fading memory when I die.
Yet you will know me
when I'm gone.
A glow of me
will yet live on.
I'll be the shifting sparkling gleam
of sunshine mirrored on the stream.
Moonbeam's soft and silken light
tumbling through the clouds at night.
I'll be the last thought on your mind
as you drift to sleep so kind.
I'll be the dream just as you wake
and the last breath that you take.
