SAND TIME

Once was a time when I was young
life was full of mystery;
desires for the spirit of living
swelled deep within my being.

Exploring freshly discover sensations
of bare skin upon hot sands,
of sun rays upon tanned flesh,
of touch with sensative hands.

Living life for its exiciting moments,
an experience to be experienced
with zealous zest, without regret
of how old age memeories develope,
only that they be fondly kept
as adventurous paths not passed by.

Alone, out on the desert sands,
amongst the bolders old as earth,
the wildness of nature over comes;
all that I have belongs free.