eons captured by sand

i wrote something down
on the sands
of these golden shores

they laughed at me
when they saw me do this
they said it wouldn't stay

things written on sand
die an early death
like most promises

i paid no heed
i wrote what i had to
once finished
i stood aside
and smiled

they laughed harder

i don't blame them
they did not know
what i knew

i sat down
next to my words
and waited for it

the biggest wave of them all
i waited for it

when even the birds
had returned home
i stayed

it finally came
at sunset
prince like
wearing a white shape-shifting crown
on its head

i stepped aside
it read them
consumed them
gathered them
with two hands

they were gone
without a trace
taken by a force
with no face

i slept satisfied
at the very same spot

the following morrow
the ones that had laughed the loudest
arrived

and saw a clean slate

we told you they said
we told you they repeated

you were bound to lose
loose words like these

if you wanted them immortalized
you should have etched them
on the tips of the pyramids

that wouldn't have been right
not at all
i said

they would have blown away
from the tops
of the palaces of the resting Pharaohs

don't you see
i did give them eternity

for they came to me
while watching the sea
and their last wish was
within it to be

'take me into thy womb
for on these foreign shores
i feel forsaken'
the words had spelt

by being washed away
by being swept away
their last wish
their only wish

had, indeed, been met