A forgotten shadow, buried, lost in the sand;
A gaze, deep, lustful, wishing for her hand;
A dream, lost, distant, ignorant of a need
A fool's love, so drowned, it dares not feed.
The crashing waves pound down in time;
His heart beats in rhythm and a rhyme;
A shallow tear forms deep in his eye,
No longer does he succumb to this lie.
A crystal seed erupts and begins to bloom,
Flowering deep inside within this tomb;
Fluid, torrid and eternal his emotions are,
Continually watering the plant from afar.
A crystallised hate that shatters within,
Breaks through the heart as if a fin;
His beaten love inside begins to dance,
Holding forever the forgotten chance.
His hands searching for what he lost,
An eternal sorrow he feels at a cost;
His arms outstretched upon the sand,
He feels forlornly for an empty hand.
The rendered shadow now dissipates,
A lost memory that time manipulates,
No trace of it is found in the sand,
But still he reaches for that hand.
Broken emptiness his hands now feel;
The endless movement able to reveal,
That what had been, should never be;
So with sorrow and tears his heart is free.
