Golden Sands

Golden sands of yesterday
flow upon the shores
reincarnate memories
of a time before we lost our way

living life beyond all doubt
fiery spirit ringing out
enthusiastically
in flesh that took to wing

Here, within each memory
time itself extends its hand
that we might stand
in its embrace

to feel the texture
see the varied hues
and know the sense and taste
of all that life is built upon

just as the memory of race
creates this future being born
each new tomorrow will arise
from deeps of sleep uncompromised

to find its memory is true
and shines within the morning dew
and too, within the golden sands
of yesterday

?Michaelette?

1/18/2000
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