Echo Of The Tides Poem by Yvonne ColemanBurney

Illumination of echo tides as they run through my
mind like sand in an hourglass, my imagination
that quietly drifts into a settled completion of clouds
as sandcastles are formed yet through the cries and
sighs the sand continues to flow as I watch my life
drift out with the tides and degenerate with the sea.

My vision that blurs the truth now blinded by the mist
of the roaring sea as the sand melts away with life's
dreams and hope, I can only hope that the hourglass
will be delayed in the pouring as I watch the grains of
sand glisten with my life's expectancy as the sea whispers
the sound of life yet to come.