When the sun goes down,
I know I am alone.
I may be loved today,
I may be loved tomorrow,
But all things change.
All things.
When my toes sink beneath
a billion, trillion grains of sand,
waves sing golden,
and stars promise to
guide my way
till the dying day of
my eternity
I am alone but of all things.
Saying nothing in particular 
Speechless. Ohhh.
Thanks KC!
That was nice, Jan. :o)
Thank you!
Your welcome. :O)
There are times when we value those moments of solitude.
Just beautiful, Jan. xox
Right there with you. All things change…. all things. Love you!
Nice 🙂 I love the lines, “All things change. / All things.”
Thank you!
I love your last line, as it’s one I’m in the middle of trying to absorb as I listen to my many sources of meditation. There’s this constant theme running through them that continues to reveal that we are not individual, but everything. It’s a little large for me to grasp, but reading your post helps to inch it farther forward.
Lovely work, Jan!
What a sweet comment! Every now and then a picture will get me thinking but most of the time I have a hard time absorbing the message myself.
I know I read this last week but guess I didn’t get around to telling you how lovely it is. We all like different lines…. I like:
” When my toes sink beneath a billion, trillion grains of sand”
Thanks Cinda! I don’t often write poetry (or whatever this is) but the picture seemed like a poem waiting to be written.