The dark sands blow past my face when I float into and into… I hit, the wet grainy floor that I sink into and into… My eyes close slowly, my face heats up, feeling warm, comfortable, I sink into and into… I hear the many voices above reaching out and daring to be

Yet I sense the grains seeping into and into… My head feels the swirling as I calmly fade into and into… The images shake, break, force through my past, the livelihood, childhood, the tension, tears and the dreams I now fall into and into…

Halmat Ferello © 2005