Alphabets in the Sand

In pictures ancient, you can see

Painted curtains left to dry

Footprints in the snow, one you, one me

In the sky are sparkling Northern lights


Like Hansel and Gretal, a bread filled mead

On a journey to Neverland

Point in the hourglass where you said

We’d carve alphabets in the sand


The meadow went from bush to stone

But time lives on in my hands

Where the paper , brown and worn

Smiles away carelessly, shy yet grand


I hear a whisper that tells

Me to look for berries by the trees

That whisper in my heart for a moment dwells

Hums dimmer and is lost to the trees


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