Aeons

Speak to me in whispers

of a thousand years in the sand.

Grandfather sings

though he does not want anyone to hear.

And the dust settles 

in unbroken silence.

So when he prays he whispers

so as not to disturb the dust.

He explains that it will be swept away

as most things are eventually.

Why disturb it now,

when just like us it sleeps?

As we build deserts in our living room

and wonder where the tears went.

Water does not disturb the sand

and so it will be banished

to speak in whispers a thousand years

from now.