Again and again we feel

the sand slip through

our fingers

as we chase

after the ghost of perfections past –

a most exquisite sunrise,

a perfect kiss,

a slow-moving, beautiful moment

shinning like an iridescent pearl

in the terrain of our memory

that we seek to recreate

again and again

like stir crazy gamblers with hunger in our eyes

scanning the horizon

for the

pure

white

dragon.