Change

Feelings worship words of wisdom
caught the race within a prism
solid as a pyramid
preserved in lifeless scented balm
the meeting of the council

The serpent in his slithering skin
was first to wriggle through the sand
and find his way into the room
where secret plans were laid
destinies destroyed and made

So tight
the sealing keeping out the light
for in the bright the colours shine and fade
crumble at the touch of wind
ever gently penetrating

Blowing
blowing to clear the air
to mix the dust with sand
to wash the silt out to the sea
to leave the spiral turning