Matter

In these circles of time

Tell me, what is it you see?

The smallest of moments

Held up to infinity 

Caught here in space

Watching the light scatter 

Catching each mote

And bouncing off matter

What is there we might find

In all the words we hide behind

In all the lies we think to say

In all the truths that start to weigh 

In all the land and all the sea

In all of this, will I lose me?

With all the lines lost to time

With all we must forget

With all of the moments

Lost to obscurity and regret

Reflecting no more

The smallest of light

Fading away

Far from our sight

What is there we might lose

With all the little choices we choose

With all the thoughts we bury below

With all the things we don't mean to show

With all the land and all the sea

With all of this, can you find me?

In these circles of words

That bleed through the screen

The simplest things

Yet I know not what they mean

With all the lines I delete

Watching as they scatter

In the end what is left

Nothing but matter

Sand

There is the ancient, sinking to decay 

Rubble and dust enclose thee 

All of time turned into sand

And the top of the hourglass is empty 

Listen closely and you might hear

Sands susurrating in the wind

Only the softest of sounds

For even the air has thinned

To breathe is to be unfulfilled 

But no breath disturbs this night

The sun shall herd the shadows away

But there's none left to observe the light

There is the land, bathed in gold

Rays seeping across its skin

There is the sun, overpowering now

Until the clouds come in

The rain beats down with all its force

Encountering no resistance 

Listen closely and you might find

There is none left in existence 

To resist is to show a sign of life

But no life disturbs this day

For all of time turned into sand

And slowly dropped away