dreams lay scattered about me br like chores undone br washed onto shores windy, empty br under a hot sun br where the eagle circles and cries br as I write my name in wet sand br with a stick of thought I find and try br to play lifes game not betting my hand br on the wind peddaling sunlight br over the hills I've climbed br days into night, left and right br I grasp a dream I cannot find br so bright in the black ink sprinkling br memories fadiing into time br like milky twilight near stars twinklingbr br Doug Jonesbr br