Lost

I left myself 
sitting on a milestone 
eyes towards the sky 
wishing more brightness 
for the stars 
and more darkness 
for the dark they sit in 
the horizon to the path ahead 
tucked away ~ like blurred memories,  
in a hyper-aware mind  
there, but not~ 
the sand beneath my feet 
siphons into a place 
beyond the reach 
of my dangling toes 
and as I wait 
for my heart to get 
my feet moving, 
memories imprint onto 
themselves 
like wet words 
the insignificance of 
my fading self 
hammers me down 
until I sink enough 
to show travellers 
their way home.