Slipping through my fingers

The tiny grains of life

A they slowly fall to my feet like a thundering rain

 

Hearing the cries of those in need

To touch

To love

To be free of their enternal curse

 

A soul wanders around me. Glowing

Glowing

Brightly...it's white light of death

sparkling

 

The light reaches out as it touches my shoulder

And with a shiver, the remaining of sand

Drops

More cries of need

 

I cannot control it

My feet move

To the mirror of who will be a grain of and next

I look

I see myself