Epiphany II

So, I finally got around to the next epiphany - the premise or idea behind it is two three-line stanzas, the first illustrating a scene and the second expounding the narrator's epiphany (in a Joycian? (James Joyce) sense). Hope you like it, I enjoy the format and encourage you all to try it out. Walking barefoot on the nubile sand Grains roll coltish down its wavy dunes Blown about by the breath of hoary time. I witness whims as hinted in the wind Alleviate my fear of humble death When matter joins its merry beach front friends.