Tomorrows

I am walking
Along the sands
No those footprints
Would  be washed off
By the waves of  time.
I would  have splintered
Into millions of fragments.

Blown out into a nonentity....
As you sink me into the currents
To sway with essence of the silvery sheets
Dancing to the rhythm of a neverending journey.

The bitterness, the resentment,

  can't be a burden then,

though it aches now,
For me to breathe.
 No more restraints
To be tied down to. 

No traces ....

Not even my

footprints ...