Persistent Memory

Sand slides through my fingers

Then gravity takes over

Plummets to the seabed

No ripples in the water

But the grains whisper in my head

Somewhere between dream and dread

Salt rises with each step

Carried on the wind's breath

Dazzling refraction

No limit to these blue depths

But I hold a shell in my hand

Pearls slip from a strand

The remnants are melting

Golden froth upon the sand

I hear a clock ticking

But I can't see its hands

Could it be I'm drowning on dry land

Could it be I'm drowning on dry land

Drowning on dry land

Then I wake up in my bed

With a mouth full of sand