In Silent Winds

In that darkness lurking in-between Deep sleeps and hazy waking There resides a clear and clean Whisper of brisk air that has me quaking Like dark sand running through my fingers Like water dripping from the leaves of nettle stingers Smooth and rushing This dark sand silently gushing Like the stars in the sky lament Shining and dark with every twinkling moment The dark sands of a beach far away Rushing in the oceans waters astray Waking once red embers, now black Like death, revived to enkindle My heart, the strings have gone slack Dark sand repair, filling the spindle The one that holds the flame, it dwindled Reclaiming that pain so aptly swindled The peace of mind and half of my light The candle flickers in black and white In silent winds, taken aback, Sweet were those dreams that attack Sewed into the present and past Somewhere with dark sands so vast.