A season to dance
A season to dream

While some huddle close to the flames of log fires
Others wander cold sands
Etched by pounding winter waves

But the longing is the same

Sands of time
Sands of the hour glass
A magical kingdom in a grain of sand

He was a traveller
Seeking the frozen secrets of a land long forgotten
He was different
For some
Watching the flames is not enough
For some
Wandering the same shoreline is not enough
Just to watch a cricket game
Zaps the spirit

For some
The world is simply the wrong shape

This time
His journey consumed weeks of time
Time out
Or perhaps really
Time in

Finally he returned
Dusty
Jagged
Unironed
Some would say wild

The day was windy
The air was chilled
And he found her lingering by the tiny waves
Tumbling on the shoreline

I will bring you back a hand full of sand
On a windy day.
Some will go into your hand
Some will drift on the wind
Like I think it should.
We shouldn't really own anything which belongs to the earth ey?

Hands gently reaching

A little sand for the dance and the dream
A little sand for the winds of time
A little sand for the soul