The heat held within the hand of sleep Floated at the water's edge, emitting a color.
Forgetting their destination, Countless particles dissolved into each day. With a container to catch the sun and dew I'm searching for the single missing piece!
The moment the evening showers Are released from the world that named them, They'll become a wave, Slipping through my fingers before disappearing.
Dreams that repeat, changing form, Are the only things connecting me to here.