Shifting Sands from Travelling Bones by David Hyams

Spent so much time
wondering why you were frightened
when everything seemed so good
and every moment we spent together
was just like you had understood

Our travelling bones kept us at a distance
It’s seven years down the track
and now you’re standing right at my front door
you just keep finding your way back

Shifting sands
run like water through my hands
down to emptiness they flow
Shifting sands
for a moment catch my hands
I’ll be missing you long before you go

We’d sit on the back steps, watching the clouds pass
together I thought we’d touch the sun
always changing direction
now I’ve grown too tired
of waiting each time for you to run

Shifting sands…

The smell of your perfume still lingers gently
on the clothes you left behind
I let it fade sweetly
just as I let you slip
to the corners of my mind

Shifting sands
once were diamonds in my hands
I watch as down to dust they go
Shifting sands…

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