Time's Deserts

As One, walks the desert sands of time,

Oases, do appear, quenghes the soul's thirst,

A moment later, like ever shifting sands,

Is soon gone, vissions of, erased by wind's design.

Memory ?, was it a dream ?, a reality ?,

Or just a mirage ?,an illusion ?, to delude oneself.

A Companion, to leave another set of foot prints ?,

As One, walks the ever shifting sands of time,

On One's own, all alone ?

B. J. "A" 2

May 6th 2012