Vast

You Forget where you are,

and lost is where you've been.

All dreams are cast into the wind,

to fend for themselves on the soft lonely Sea.

Your intentions will drift for all eternity

leaving stranded all the good you could have done

As you lay on the beach in the harvest gold sun.

This world is a wretched place to be

if your works are cast away on the lonely salt sea.

This place is Vast, and much is left undone...

to those who still linger here,

under the sun.



Vast,
Three Dogs moon,
by S. L. Jean 2006