The Sands of Time

I stand here, looking out

At what was and

What could have been.


The familiar presence

I grew to love

Has come to an end.


Imprints in the ground

Are fading away,

Wave after wave.


I am watching the

Sand shifting

Beneath my feet.



*This work is dedicated to the very special people in our first year ensemble (DAI, ’18-’19).

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