Saturday, February 14, 2009
no matter how much you try to hold unto me
i'll slip out your hands
you can't grasp all of me
maybe a little
when the wind comes
with him i'll follow
and somewhere else i'll land
away from you
so let me go
but if you desire
you may sweep your hands through me
lie on me
i'll listen when you talk
embrace you as you sleep
but there i'll be once in a while
i won't be there forever
don't grasp me
grasp the one who created me
i am
the sand on the beach
the sand under the deep blue sea
the sand in your pot of plant
the sand in the wind
the sand under your feet
