No More Sand

I am a shadow walker, 
the origin of ancient
ways—I have no
beginning, 

nor shall I end.

By Earth I was risen,
though Sun sets me
free, and Moon reveals
stars through my eyes.

Wind carries my whisper
across the great seas, 
by many names you know
me. 

Worthwhile it would 
be that I am remembered,
listen wisely to my words.

                       There’s no more sand 
                       in your hourglass.