Cold Is The Water

"For the hundredth time since I regained it,
I reach into the pouch and I touch the sand.

I sift it through my fingers.

Feel each grain of it, inexhaustible.
Endless.

Like myself, like the few others of my kind.
ENDLESS.

Tonight I feel alone.

I have always been solitary, but here on the
Nightward shores of dream, loneliness
washes over me in waves, lapping and pulling
My spirit.

I sprinkle sand into the waters of night.
The grains burn as the fall, reminding me of another
In times long passed away.

I watched him even then as he fell,
His face undefeated, his eyes still proud.

It is time for me to walk the abyss.
Time to reclaim my own.

I must talk to the Morningstar.

-The Sandman"