Sacred Sands

I found myself upon the sacred sands
Of time, and wondered how it came to be
That perfect was the world where I stand
And polished was the surface like the sea

No marks were left by all who trod before
No outline of a foot in sand depressed
So wondered I, perhaps a separate shore
Was waiting there for each of us in rest

And only when we perish do we find
That life and death are more than we suspect
And though apart, the two are intertwined
And we are just the place where they connect

And maybe time was crafted so ideal
To leave no mark of any man who dies
And living, just like dying, so surreal
That one is just the other in disguise

And maybe I have walked these very shores
Before, but never as it now had seemed
And maybe life and death are simply doors
Among the many hallways I have dreamed