I wake up to my beautiful world,
It’s comforting as the soft golden sand.
With great caution, I hold it in my hand.
Keeping the sand moist, though sometimes I dry it out.
Upholding my love, to the entire world I shout.
But to one allure of a stone,
I burn our love to ashes and bones.
Fist open my hand and the sand slips away,
Into pieces small, I see my castle shatter its way.
And I come back to life, lifeless and grey.
My nightmare has now left me wide awake,
With a mind so restless and a soul full of ache.
Both fixated on getting us out of this labyrinth,
Finding our world back to my delicate dream.
If I find you lying next to me in my sleep,
I’ll hold you closest to my heart,
And you’ll be forever mine to keep.
But now what is being pursued is a quest,
To find and amass the fallen grains of sand
Like broken pieces of you,
To hold and reinvest.
The journey I know is not painless and smooth,
As we realize you are definite to meet the ocean.
While I struggle through to get my heart to soothe,
And I choose the path of arrant devotion.
Erased I am even today,
What’s difficult is to hold the ink again.
And with my backbone broken,
Find one more time, the strength to stand.