Dovestoneboy

Sand

You are the essence of time in symbolic shifting thoughts,

One of the massed collective of souls I brush against

washed,tossed and hurled upon the sea’s elemental expanse,

I held you once, tightly gripped in my closeted palm

my fingers, your cradle of skin, bone, of love made flesh.

I should mould you into glass ,the rising heat of intent

crush you into a shape that fits within me,

you are a mirror of inward reflective need again

caught for a moment in the rigid cup of my hand.

I am open now, petals unfurled, and out you seep

streaming through the gaps of light and chance,

sifting your way back to a life you borrowed.

Soon you will be gone, dispersed and scattered

leaving your memories upon my surface

within my shoes and covering of cloth

like so many grains of sand….