All my bones are asleep,
My eyelids sewn shut,
For I am blind.
I can press my palms to my eyes until I see stars,
They float around me in a melodic dance.
How wonderful it is to have sand seep through my skin,
And fill my lungs.
I could say I am weighed down,
I have planted roots in shifting sands
But I would never say such a thing
Because I can feel the water tickle my toes,
I can smell freshness being carried by the wind,
It wraps itself into my hair and cools my cheeks.
Inside there is a burning sun,
But when it sets there are stories to be told.
- KG
