Footprints in the Sand

I am lost between illusion and reality.

Footprints follow me in the cold sand.

No moon,

but I walk beneath a thousand stars.

Stars that light my path

as little fireflies pass by.

But none guide me home.

They scatter across the sky,

hinting at the wishes people keep close

to their hearts.

Which don’t always always come true.

Then dawn peaks over the mountains,

casting streaks of fire across the clouds.

Birds start singing.

Welcoming the sun.

I am no longer lost.

I see the night with its cold embrace

and its mirage.

I see the day with its clear sky

and its hustling trees.