Dust

The endlessness of “love”.
Hearts drawn in the sand at the beach.
They will all be erased
by the salty tears of the ocean,
but earth remembers our fingerprints of dust;
it will never betray or drown our past.

Water resets the rusty canvas,
and new hearts will be drawn
in the same sand once more.
The shorelines are visited
by a brand new couple
whose hearts are still supple.

While ours turn cold,
as our souls head back
into the great mold,
through a spiritual blender,
they are labeled, revamped,
and returned to sender.

We head back to where we came from,
destined to make the same mistakes
until we let go of the ocean.
Forget about drawing hearts.
Forget about the sand at the beach;
it is merely dust.

We must learn to hear love
with our eyes closed.
Trust.
Trust.
Trust.
Let go of lust;

it’s merely dust,
and we’ll finally live
right after we die
above the waters in the sky.
God, if you will,
and you and I.