None by Sand Away, 2007


One minus one,
then there are none,
to run wild-eyed and cry for time.
One plus one,
Sum of the Sun,
Sol’s warm cradle by the vine.
Though in their place,
outside of space,
where make believe children play—
those moments in the end are taken,
none by sand away.


One undone stares at the sun,
for Sol to look their way.
Until then they seek another,
themselves only to find.
Staring too often into light,
could make a man go blind.
A thousand words it seems to take,
to convey real love with rhyme.
Though shameful words hide in a box,
under time’s carpet tucked away.
When all the other leaves have blown,
and silent turn their saddened songs,
like the abstract things they say—
in the end once more are taken,
none by sand away.


Ever if they were to rise,
beyond the confines of the skies,
and into space, for one embrace,
for one kiss, their helmets touch,
and silence spoke the glass;
in their place, the other’s face
confused and silent they drift pass.
Their unheard mirrors kiss,
and they left longing sway.
And when it’s done, they disappear;
the Narrator reads the day.
In the end they both are taken,
none by sand away.


Into the timeless whole where goes,
their castles in the sand,
where smoke drifts careless by the light,
and Karma has no plan.
There are two who dance alone,
in the ballroom of the mind—
shouting at the walls between them,
writing poems from time to time.
Translating the soul to sound,
in English to convey—
a portrait painted on the page.
Regardless of how many rides,
for the carousel are paid,
One gets off as one gets on;
Samsara’s footprints fade.


So leave the memories in the jar,
and while outside, look up;
two of one, blank stare, the sky.
Always close inside the mind,
in sense and touch too far.
Once loved a dream, by none forgot,
by no one kept alive—
trapped together in a circle,
like a one winged butterfly.


Where they play, no mind can stray;
or make it to that place.
At the end of the day, come what may,
bright as all the sun’s her face.
Brighter still when eyes are closed,
the third eye opened wide.
At the end of all those tangled roads,
the memory subsides.
Even if they get to stay,
in the ballroom without time, and play,
with no more never in their way,
they’ll laugh the endless nights away.


He wouldn’t leave;
she wouldn’t stay.
Their footprints in Samsara fade.
Inside the ballroom wearing but,
a plumage covered dress,
at the bottom of the stairway in distress.
Transfixed, she looks, with laden stare,
for a man who isn’t there.
Merry go round of dreams, a stream,
of faces ’round and round,
go by much faster than the eye.
As one song fades, another plays,
unsung, a lulling bye.


No sound is made by mirrors kissed,
when they’re placed face to face.
Eternity caught in a glimpse,
infinity, both ways.
Aeterna holds a light for us;
unborn she sings and plays.
She waits there without a care,
her bare feet in a stream,
never knowing she is but,
a lonely person’s dream.
Holding a dandelion she smiles,
and, wistful, blows the seeds.
They fall onto the water’s surface,
and scatter with the breeze.


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Brandon K. Nobles

Brandon is an author, poet and head writer for Sir Swag on YouTube. With 630k subscribers. Since February 2021 he has written for the most important and popular series, News Without the Bulls%!t and the least popular work on the channel, History Abridged. Brandon joined the channel in late January, since then his work has been featured every month in News and History. His novels and works of fiction have also been well received, and he continues to be a proficient and professional chess player. In his spare time he like to catch up on work.

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