Sand On the Fire

To catch your toes on silver

To stumble over gold

To never fear another day

'Til death carries your ghostTo see the painter's toil

On a canvas of pale skin

To wander the perimeter

Smiling over every inchI never learned to think is not to do

To dream is not to follow through

With this stifled spirit barely keeping me alive

Sand on the fire long before I dieTo see your own reflection

In the water passing by

To see that aging dreamer

Once with hope in rich supply