"Win"

Follow the days
lost in the sound
of the waves
washing the shore

The tilt of the Earth
holding your hand
never releasing
the sand in the glass

Lost and found
hidden in the ground
scorched by the sun
left untouched

Shifting tides
find the square
left of center
where you are

Following the road
that leads to no where
holding hands
waxed by doubt

Inside you pine
for just one more
nickle and dime
of lost love

The hands of a child
will lead the way
frail to the touch
small in measure

Let it go
stars are bright
posessed by their light
heavy darkness of the night

Mothers gently call
words unheard
left in the fall
hole in the cactus

Options wasted
pity lost
fault dissolves
injury lies

Calmly
Quietly
Return
Win