Walking on sands of Time

One grain got tossed

Froze suspended mid-air

Gilded and luminous

Buoyed on wings of Time

Held together on a gossamer thread

Exuberant of harps and pianos

Thousand feet dancing echoes of past

Sibilance of swishing skirts

Somnambulance of bygone eras

Lazy afternoons

Writing letters

Visiting in-person

Sipping tall cool drinks

Hushed voices and humming laughter

Tinkling of bracelets

Bare feet on grass

A mild Sun shining

Wide horizons beckoning

Birds chirping happy songs

Of scurrying squirrels and

Sprinting rabbits

Blue skies

Kites of hopes and dreams

Tiled roofs and large, cool verandahs

Bougainvillea blooming in all colours

Mango trees in bloom

Peace prevails and hearts are light

Nights are starry and cool

Breeze sways tree-tops

Slumbers taken on rooftops

Long winding talks

Deeply shared secrets

Ghost stories and scary murmurs

Indolence

Of a forgotten time

It dances and weaves in and out

Of the partly lifted veil

Of Time and Tide

That gilded grain of grit

That miniscule suspended

Buoyant time

The vagaries of corruption never touched it

The beauty of memory

Which tints rosy pictures

Until the Sun sets into the sea

The darkness takes over

The Moon is sleeping tonight

There are no stars

Dark is this night

That gossamer thread broke

The grain assimilated in the sand

No longer suspended

The tide took it in her arms

Hid it from the dark

Deep into her cave in the Oceans

No longer gilded

But it still glows from within

From luminous memories of past

Treasured and protected

It slumbers in its own sleep

Imbibed with a forgotten innocence

It remains frozen

Time shields it

Tide buries it

That gilded grain

A fossil preserved

A gift underserved

Delicate and dying

That grain

Eroding in sleep.