Sacred Sands

I found myself upon the sacred sandsOf time, and wondered how it came to beThat perfect was the world where I standAnd polished was the surface like the sea

No marks were left by all who trod beforeNo outline of a foot in sand depressedSo wondered I, perhaps a separate shoreWas waiting there for each of us in rest

And only when we perish do we findThat life and death are more than we suspectAnd though apart, the two are intertwinedAnd we are just the place where they connect

And maybe time was crafted so idealTo leave no mark of any man who diesAnd living, just like dying, so surrealThat one is just the other in disguise

And maybe I have walked these very shoresBefore, but never as it now had seemedAnd maybe life and death are simply doorsAmong the many hallways I have dreamed