Grains of sand in the desert of my life,
my mind stores you in dunes,
in overwhelming abundance.
I create winds, sandstorms and hurricanes,
to shape you, to move you,
to shift you,
yet still you settle the same,
with mathematical precision.
Governed by physical law,
governed by bleeding and raw,
governed, I want you more,
I feel you slip from my grasp ,
like the grains of sand in my mind,
I wait for a deluge, a torrent,
a hope to bring new life,
new form, a change,
an awakening.
A forgotten seed,
and the rain would find you.