Dream

I saw a million faces down by the sea,

In the sand, each grain differently etched

Cozied up to rocks and seagrass strands,

Not caring about where they were

Or why, or how, or any such thing.

And I looked so longingly for the face 

of my own heart, in the the watery film,

For I knew it once. I know I did.

In shadow and in light, it didn't matter,

for I felt it's constant beating with each breath.

But it seems to have been burried.

And now the harder I look,

the more lost I become.

The deeper the mud sinks.

So, I stop looking.

Because coming up short,

after each endevour

is just too painful a thing.