Sands Of Time

Sifting through the sands of time,
Unsure of what, I may find.

Tiny grains, of memories
Each a part of what's to be.

Sifting through the sands of time,
Bringing everything, back to mind.

Though mostly dull in color you'll see,
An odd grain here and there will be,

A sparkling fleck, so crystaline,
A memory so precious and fine.

Memories, that will set me free,
From deep, held, misery.

Sifting through the sands of time,
Trying to grasp, as they slide by.