Heard on the Breeze...

Time on my hands,
     that's not quite true, for it is sand
Thoughts of the beach,
     far from the world, out on the Reach
Searching for shells to remind you of me,
    pebbles rolled smooth by tide and changing sea

Why do i hear words that rhyme
     as i stare into the starlit sky?
pictures in clouds, faces in trees
     shadows hold wonder,
voices whisper to me in the breeze
     but i never asked for any of these...

Time doesn't wait,
     nor does it move but i have no proof
We're trapped in time,
     if you think you have any
then you are blind
     Do you live dreading the minutes that pass
or remembering the moments
     for your memories are all that last?

Why do i hear words that rhyme
     as i stare into the starlit sky?
Pictures in clouds, faces in trees,
     shadows hold wonder,
voices whisper to me in the breeze
     but i never asked for any of these...