Our bodies must produce sand <br />to block our sight <br />opening our senses <br />to the unembodied <br />shifting sands within. <br />The other senses remain <br />interchanging positions. <br /> <br />I can taste a Mama Cass song. <br />Smell the sun erasing its light. <br />Feel the overwhelming <br />orange blossom's breath. <br />Watch time dancing again.<br /><br />Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eye-sand/
