The sand still whispers

mysteries

they're rising to the sky

The air is crisper –

histories –

are floating by and by –

It subtly hides what

has been lost

and what was never found

The door is slammed shut

waves are tossed

they crash upon the ground

And still, I see haze

rising high

obscuring what is real

Lost in my daze

sinking by

there's far too much to feel

Silence enfolding

truthlessness

a single narrowed eye

Quietly holding

ruthlessness

it leaves you there to die

The mist will soon lift

and reveal

the truth of all I've known

I'm now cast adrift

in surreal

lands, and I'm all alone

It's been found wanting

[empty room]

for what was never meant

It casts a haunting,

dusky gloom

of disillusionment.