Thoughts lie in meadows past.

The uprising of the sun

from the sea brought

sun drenched skies

where passionate tears

from sound and light

in background grey

remain no longer.

The caricature of faces

start to appear 

as white clouds pass

before my eyes.

They smile

I acknowledge.

Soon the wind

will bring change

to the hour glass empty

where time consumes

all moments leaving

not even a shadow.

I gather my thoughts

and walk home

leaving no footprints.