Is it that sand what fills you or are those grains gold?
And the lies? Can anyone tell about them after the truth has been cast?
Like shadows overgrown by light
Like the shapes emerging in the night
That take them all, they become one
And light will come to be, because I got the feeling we all are one
And even if that is a lie, it may be some truth in that.

Thank you for sharing your poetry with us.
Pablo