Grains of Sand

Eternities everywhere

I

Watch it drop upon the eternity’s epitaph. the lover's touch silken sheets covering naked dreams, orgasmic verses, across vermillion battlefields, they who have forgotten the edge of wonder, in the love letters between the goddess and his fallen albatross.

II

To the civilizations that came and went To the clock tower of every society bent between morality and immortality to the meadow of each heart or the fugue seas eternal mirth a casket along in mycelium beds Against mossy rocks as we pretend to wait for the passing secret of a genius and her captive, do we pretend, to grasp the void between dawn and twilight.

III

Of all that was gained with every lie all that was lost with the belt and the fist rising star from an abyss burns for a world, that has forgotten his true name Wondering rebel lost to find his muse in the garden of Hades, at the end of the earth he tosses the two-faced coin, into a dirt-filled sea.

IV

The moments of family sharing of water and stories as the funeral ghosts wander, empty halls and haunted doors. The myth that defines our path Into the wasteland and back And as Andromeda waits She, our mistress, a single Teardrop upon the sheets as we gently hold, lover in contempt again.

V

Every tear, every smile we behold every kiss granted every cold finger clasp into one another is but a grain of sand, upon the infinite word even when our loved ones are but memories and

no more.

© Bradley J Nordell 2023

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