... I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand.
How few! Yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep
While I weep, while I weep.
Oh God! Can i not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
Oh God! Can i not save
One from the pitiless wave?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream...
Unknown "VampiricMistress" Purring
- 16 years, 2 months, 21 days ago