The Sands That Bravely Weep

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This was a poem I wrote really late at night. The meaning of this poem is up to you to decide- because I have no clue myself. Enjoy!

Submitted: June 02, 2016

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Submitted: June 02, 2016



I do not care

Where the wind takes me

Because the wind will always blow

Turn ahead

And don’t look back

Let your true colours show

When the universe

Shows itself to you

Don’t ever look away

For if you do

You’ll miss your chance

And it will fade away

The light burns

So very bright

And guides the coloured stroke

The paint will dry

And time will pass

Carried by a tattered cloak

The sands that march

So bravely onward

They sometimes need to sleep

As for the ones

That lost their love

The sands do bravely weep

Death and life

They spin and dance

As one, they steal the floor

Death wants to leave

But life will stay

And beg death for one more

The monochrome heart

Beats silently

It hums right through the night

The monster sing

A hapless tune

As they crawl into the light

It beats on

And never stops

Then asks to sing again

A crimson letter

In the mail

Telling of who, what, and when

The clocks, they tick

And join the song

In symphony they sing

The sands wake up

The monsters hide

For the universe they ring

It hides behind

The windowsill

Just waiting to be found

It takes a peek

To see you there

And doesn’t make a sound

Death tangos

On the marble floor

Leaving life caught in a spin

Then leaves coldly

No goodbyes

Just a rosy safety pin

The melody dies

The monsters live

The shadows stop their play

The voices

Stop their whisper

As the monochrome heart starts to say:
“Here lies

The dead and wounded

Who wish not to see us mourn

Hate us, they will

If we don’t live

And for that I do warn

The sands

Who never sleep

Slip right through hands

In life or death

We cannot tell

Where their souls may land”

The universe

Stumbles out its shell

And glimpses a new place

The crowd

Of beasts are filled with awe

At the sight of space

The stars

Do twinkle

The moons do shine

And every passing

Vagrant claims that

“This is mine”

Before long,

The universe hides away

Wishing it could cry

For crying was

What the sands did

As no, they did not die

Life became

An ocean wave

And set them off to sea

The sands now wander

Around and about

Wherever they may be

The wind blows

One final breath

To see the sands on their way

And they don’t care

Where they may go

For life begins today

The tattered cloak

Is buried deep

Deep into the dark

To make them

Forget so easily

To put out the wandering spark

But the fire

Grows immeasurably

And inspires the artist to draw

Death comes

And kills the flame

But the artist knows what he saw

I do not care

Where I go

As long as the sands are there

They are

Very alive

If you were only aware

Death is

More than bedtime story

But not the bogey man

Just a

Long-forgotten tune

That wants you to take its hand

It’s an

Adventure into a new world

Not a graceful end

The parades

March on without you

Even your closest friends

For you are never


You’re truly dead

You’re just a

Lost, empty sand

That needs to go to bed

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