Crista Acker

(Benicia, California, USA)

The Sands Of Time

A blossoming rainbow of melted dreams
Showering down in contented streams
Onto clouds set adrift by the winds of chance
Carrying my memories through a brilliant expanse
But below these towering skies my mind seeps
Tumbling through uncharted oceans of sleep
Only to wish for the trance to unfold
And wash me away to a fountain of gold
I long fo what splendor may await me tomorrow

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