Saturday, April 9, 2011

Dreams

Sand in a fist when held too tightly
Slips through your fingers and blows
Away in the wind

Castles made of sugar
That glisten in the sun
Until the rain comes
And it melts into nothing

A mirage in the desert
Shimmering in the distance
As you get closer
You see more desert

A star in the sky
Shining so brilliantly in lights your way
But it has long burned out
You are just watching a reflection



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