Sands of Time

Poem for the never-ending poem

Photo by Kunj Parekh on Unsplash

I am here
I was here
I will be here until
The end, if ever there will be one since
I cannot remember when I began, maybe I
Have never even started because I run through
Countless hands, which cannot hold me since I
Flow unstoppable and fluid and encounter no stony
Obstacle on my course
Unswervingly
Indifferent
Scorched
I give rise to the dry
Streams and ripples that make up stories
Neverending, and neither Alpha nor Omega in
History, when my specks represent the infinite
Knowledge that sums up mementos of an aeon I
Recorded and archived, each moment to chronicle as
My story is your own and
My story is as ancient as
Time,
Which flows with
Me
through the
Merciless
Hourglass
Of
Your
Life