I originally wrote this and called it A Veil of Clouds. I have gone over it and have taken the advice given into consideration and have come up with this, Beach of Humanity:
In my dream I walk along the barren Beach of Humanity.
Each grain of sand is a thought from the people of the world.
Some stay and are kept forever.
Some are swept away by the chilling waves,
swished along black oil and are drowned instantly by its unforgiving nature.
Even as the sun glints blue on the blackest day of time,
goodness blazes from beyond the clouds
to shine a golden warmth over the sand,
illuminating the grains with brilliant light.
Air pauses, confounded by its passenger.
Time halts to conceive its conqueror.
The cold waters are trapped, blinded by their own expression
before the blackened sky ignites, folding under the immense force pulsing through it.
Suddenly, the sea becomes tranquil, no longer reaching for the yellow shore.
The sand, now golden, steams the water off its back.
The sky, like a mirror of the land below it.
The rescued sun, grateful to be burning once more.
Time starts ticking again.
