Shifting dust, echoing
What was
Yet is no more

Fading memories painted
In earth tones
Reminders, remnants
Quickly fading

Our reality, slowly shifting
Echoing what never was
Just an illusion
As the substance changes
Solid lines become shadows

Lost the sureness, that
what was will remain
I’m left grasping for a reality
That is elusive as a fading
dream

Just sand on a beach
Shifting, moving
A trillion glistening stars
Reflecting the heavens

Only to dim as dusk
approaches, disappearing
Into the darkness of full
Night.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe