12:52 PM >> The Moon and Grains of Sand

To the beach I'll return
Empty-handed with a dream crushed.
Like dust It will return to the sand,
Where billions of dreams are wasted by earlier hands.

As they all fall, so too does the moon.
It disappears into the sea.
In hidden silence then it will carry this derelict heap of wasted dreams.
Pulling into its breast each grain,
Which was once a man's single dream.

Now they all lie dissolved,
A pool of tears and forgotten dreams.