The grain of sand in my hand.

The grain of sand in my hand.

I see visions of dreams as I stand by the roar of the shore. I hold within my hand one grain of sand. Through my fingers, the grain falls. Then I wept on the beach floor. My dreams are still dreams, yet my hope has flown away in the night and day. You were the grain of sand that I held in my hand. I can feel the cool breeze off the sea. I feel that grain of sand under my feet. All I ask for is a receipt. To make our love complete.