Second on the left and through the door marked tomorrow

The sands will trickle on
until the mountain’s are all but gone
and the seas turn their backs on the land

Daylight will crash and break
and
inhaling shards of white glass
will take
my breath away

and it’s here for a day and done
no point to linger on
the journey we make’s just begun

The turn of events eventually stop
and the hands of the clock are reset.

Do you believe in reincarnation?
hell fire?
damnation?
some form of salvation?
I believe it’s pretence, but
most sit on the fence and
hope to get by,
they’ll die just the same
become a name
on a tombstone,
a plaque?
and the seas will
still turn back,

the sand trickles on
no one to watch it when we
are all gone
and
that is a shame,

© 2018, John Smallshaw.