Days pale into insignificance

dreams fade with the first light of day

I remain like driftwood

waiting on the shoreline

to be washed away by the tide, lost to time

I leave no impression in the sand

nor bruise on your heart.


My bottled dreams cast aside

our picture torn in two

heartfelt words laid to waste

this page, a blank canvas now.


Drunk with the heat of the sun on my brow

you are no more than a mirage

this too will fade.