Listen to them breathe,
As they sigh in and out.
The rhythmic nature of its pulse,
With each breath,
Broken dreams wash along its shore.
As it exhales,
Unrealized hopes relinquish back into the water.
The sun punishes with its unrelenting heat,
Scorching the grains of sand as they sit and wait,
Waiting for the time to see.
I sit and wait under the canopy of heat,
Along with the broken dreams,
The false hopes,
The grains of sand,
And I reflect,
Reflect onto the sun,
And become a better man,
Whole, for once.