By Ludwig Hemel
Ludwig Hemel is a poet and musician. Find him on Spotify under his artist name, IXMES.
Sand
Holy sights have been buried beneath it.
Still digging to find relics of the past,
Trying to understand what was intended, what is behind it.
Only blood dries for centuries on it, but cannot be covered,
It changes colour and cannot be seen,
But once you walk upon it; it is what you feel.
The relics of the past suddenly become real,
Although we all thought, it is a fear of the past.
Up in heaven, it is divinely green
Pastures of body, old olive trees
Down in the South, it is grey and dark
Eagerly hopes, for the sand to bury all marks