Broken Hands

The isle of forever falls a blanket of never

The sands spilled time through broken hands

Only the lonely can go to the beach

Filled, built by the sadness of time

Falling upon the dry broken earth

Two hands held the white fire stones

Separated by unending guilt

Cast and forged never ending rings

A tale told over a generation of hills

Upon which was laden with torment mills

Charred by the mistakes of mortal pillars

The isles of forever trample by fire

The sands create a transparent cage

Fire engulfing the buildings rage

Splitting the hands making desert lands

A box of glass holding the mass

A people change by painful takes

Not never missing the marks that they make

Double negatives turn times sands

Eroding the beach of the lands

To flip the glass that forever bands

Turning time again and again

Falling specs of earthen glass

Into a white tornadic mass

Never melted into a last

The isle of foreverness

The hands of time that continue past

The beach unto the waters edge

Only this pours on the desert sands

To blow away through broken hands