Poem XV - I dream of the sands

I dream of the sands that have endured
I dream of the winds that have not aged
The sun-baked obelisks that have stood
The remains untouched by time's rage

I dream of the worlds that with me drift
I dream of the gods now deep in sleep
The myths that blare out from the rift
The host of unsung secrets that I keep

I dream of the ravaged earth's slowed pulse
I dream of the things that are left that crawl
The echoes of that which we cherished most
The wealth and worth of man that will fall

M.M. — September MMX