Footsteps are found, <br />Found on grainy sand, <br />Across the horizon’s ocean, <br />Of a sunny mind, <br />Shiny paper, <br />Wrapped together, <br />Together with wasted words, <br />You sit on the edge, <br />The edge of a cliff, <br />Wondering, staring down, <br />At the footsteps, <br />Millions of stories told, <br />Held up in a shape, <br />See how the other were living, <br />Never will the clock stop, <br />Ticking away it will, <br />A crystal palace, <br />By the footsteps in the sand, <br />Hair covering your glassy eyes, <br />Your frown in sorrow, <br />Watercolor, <br />Brushed across the highway’s lights, <br />Music underneath, <br />The rocky ground, <br />On this sea cliff of remedy, <br />I’ll find the singing seraph again, <br />In the footsteps, <br />In the footsteps on the sand, <br />Next to the rainbow’s fall, <br />Finally you look up, <br />Dried eyes, hopeful line, <br />By the footsteps, <br />Footsteps in the sand.<br /><br />Star Dust<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/footsteps-in-the-sand/
