"Whispering Sand"

Whispering sand on a moonless night

blowing ever so softly in the stars twilight

little pedal floating, catching the breeze

just over head, I cannot see

it is shown before me through my minds eye

casting no shadows, telling no lies

What is it's purpose?

Where does it go?

Why is it here?

Will I ever know?

Just out of reach

I try to grasp on

no luck in my trying

the wind carries it on

I think in my head

Why is this so?

Little pedal flying, away must it go

it is so beautiful,

colors so bright

little pedal leaving me,

drifting off in the night.