Sands of time.Sands of time.Sands of time.
Forever shifting.
The sands of time will not stand still for any of us.
An ocean of history, of events millennia old surrounds us.
Unable to reshape the past, we strive to shape the future to our ideals.
Unendingly, the sands of time re configure.
And keep us wondering.
What, is to come?.
Written by James Goldsworthy.
copyright reserved 2008.
A new dreamA new dream.A new dream
I have a new dream.
I dream of a small piece of paradise.
Where the suns rays beat down through an unblemished sky, and warm the soft golden sands.
The aroma of sweet exotic fruits, fills my nostrils, as I walk bare foot along the shore.
The shimmering waves, of the clear turquoise waters, lap at my feet.
I swim out into the calm sea, enjoying its cool caress.
The faint scent, of a distant orchid in blossom, carries in the breeze.
As beneath me, schools of fish, a myriad of colours, dance a beautiful ballet, across the coral.
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