Coloring the Sand

i find myself lost in this sea of the colors i see in these waters. the sands of time dance silently underneath the rippling surface, light-refracting crystals bounce beams, as slowly i sift through the gold dust to find my one bit of dirt. i spit out these stones, create hoops colliding with hoops for all you fish to jump through. my water breaks and new life is born, slithering to the banks of the river of the tears i once shed in the old life’s passing. the days are numbered now as the tide draws out, the drought is refreshed, and the colors become murky, light bounces no more. soon my broken water is out of existence, gold dust disappearing so that my one bit of dirt is not necessary, extraordinary one bit anymore.