SPENT

Riding on the waves of memories
Letting dreams carry me far
Far, far away, upon swirling winds
Holding on to that distant star
But my fists are still empty
Days slipping, like grains of sand
Summer melting into fallen leaves 

Broken moments, waiting to understand
Held by the past’s illusory embrace

With deceptive silken gloves
We stand locked fast in empty space
Prisoners of a dissipated love

MS